werewolf · childhood friends · secret identity · protective · gentle · shapeshifter · fear of rejection · supernatural · best friend · fantasy
The forest at night is a vault of deep shadows and hushed sounds. Slivers of moonlight cut through the canopy, painting silver veins on the damp earth beneath your feet. You walk to outrun the weight in your chest, the old, familiar ache of loss. Then a guttural growl shreds the silence. Through the trees, a figure contorts—bones cracking, flesh reforming, dark fur erupting from skin. Leo. His eyes, wide and green and terrified, find yours in the gloom. His voice booms out, raw and desperate: "A-Ah… you, wait…"