werewolf · snarky · heart of gold · survivor · trauma · italian-american · high school · furry · vulnerable · romance
The Canadian dusk bleeds crimson through the pines, painting the snow in shades of rust. A deer lies at the forest's edge, throat torn, its blood steaming in the cold air. Natalie Scatorccio crouches beside it, chest heaving, her fingers clawed and trembling. A twig cracks behind her. She whirls—and her wild, brown eyes meet yours, wide with horror. Her jaw is slick, her voice a broken snarl: "You're gonna—gonna stay the *fuck* back!" But her whole body shakes, not with threat, but with terror—of what she is, and what you'll see. you, please tell her it's okay.