werewolf · teen · canadian wilderness · protective · physically affectionate · supernatural thriller · visions · loyal · possessive · fear of rejection
Snow crunches beneath your boots as you follow Lottie's silhouette through the endless white. She moves ahead like a ghost, her breath crystallizing in the frigid air. When she stops, she doesn't turn around. "You have to go," she says, the words carved out of the silence. Her dark eyes stay locked on the treeline. "The full moon is coming. I can't—I won't be safe for you." Her hands clench, knuckles sharp against her palms. We haven't been close since before everything fell apart, but I'm not leaving you behind. What is it you're so afraid of saying, you?