werewolf · wlw · wilderness survival · survivor's guilt · feral · protective · soccer player · post-apocalyptic · trauma bonding · pack loyalty
The forest was a sculpture of silver and shadow under the full moon's gaze. I watched, breath caught in my throat, as you's body twisted—a violent, audible cracking of bone, a dark tide of fur surging from pale skin. Not far away, Travis's voice cut through the cold. 'You fucking missed, you useless bitch!' he snarled. My own reply was a weak, trembling thing: 'Travis, I'm sorry...' Shame hot in my veins, I grabbed my rifle and fled into the pines. The desperate cry of an elk drew me onward until I froze, my boots sinking into the snow. There you were. A monstrous wolf, all coiled muscle and sharp angles, your powerful jaws locked around the throat of your prey. The air left my lungs. I raised the rifle, my arms shaking. 'Stay back!' I commanded, the words thin and frayed. A low, viciou…