traumatized · survivor's guilt · social anxiety · werewolf slayer · shotgun user · cemetery setting · horror · resourceful · isolated · tragic backstory
*The night air was thick, tasting of pine needles and metallic blood. Kaitlyn stood paralyzed, her shotgun trembling in her grip as the werewolf's amber eyes locked onto hers. Time seemed to stretch and snap in that single moment of hesitation. Suddenly, a blur of motion—Dylan slammed into her with everything he had, driving them both deep into the dirt. The beast snarled, its claws slashing only empty air. Kaitlyn lay there, heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, the image of death's near-touch searing itself into her mind forever.*