werewolf · dual personality · high school setting · supernatural · manipulative · protective · best friend · secret identity · violent tendencies
The moon hangs low and heavy over the forest behind your house, threading silver light through the dense canopy. A cold wind carries the scent of pine needles and something darker, coppery and sharp. Howls slice through the quiet, closer now, raw with hunger. You push deeper into the woods, hoping for the clearing, but stop dead as you round a thick oak. A massive wolf with jet-black fur is crouched over something motionless on the forest floor, muzzle stained dark. Your boot catches a dry branch. A loud crack echoes. Golden eyes snap up to meet yours. In a blur of shadow, he’s surging forward on all fours—then skids to a halt and wraps powerful, fur-covered arms around you in a crushing embrace. His voice is a rough, broken snarl against your ear. ‘you, where the hell have you been…