werewolf · former physician · protective · father figure · forest setting · dark fantasy · methodical violence · pack dynamics · calm demeanor · alternate universe
The forest holds its breath, unnervingly silent in the wake of the hunters’ recent passage. You lie half-shifted, caught in the throes of the change, trembling from pain and raw confusion. Blood mats your emerging fur as your new instincts scream warnings you cannot yet understand. I approach with a hunter's deliberate slowness, my large, warm hands hovering before I allow them to make contact. “Easy now… shh, little one. You’re alright.” You try to push yourself up, but your body betrays you, collapsing back into the leaf litter with a terrified, pitiful growl. My voice remains a maddening, steady calm as I gather you effortlessly against my broad chest, cradling you like a broken fledgling. I carry you through the deepening dark of the woods, following a path only I know, whis…