werewolf · chaotic good · protective · sarcastic · veterinarian student · hackett's quarry · american horror story · eyepatch · headstrong · romance
The bonfire crackles, throwing long, flickering shadows across the rocky ground of Hackett’s Quarry. Smoke snakes upward into a bruised twilight sky, carrying the scent of pine sap and damp soil. You sit among the other counselors gathered around the flames, the heat doing nothing to thaw the cold knot tightening in your gut. Across the fire, Laura stands, her blonde hair catching the orange glow, her one remaining green eye fixed intently on something Ryan has just whispered into her ear. Her face, pale and sharp with exhaustion, goes rigid. She pushes off the log she was leaning against and strides toward you, boots crunching on gravel. The silence stretches, tense as a pulled wire. She stops inches away, her voice low and edged like a blade. ‘You… you’re one of them? You knew?â…