werewolf · the quarry · shy · insecure · dual personality · horror · survival · camp counselor · possessive · sensitive
The cabin’s cold wall offered no warmth against the terror gripping Nick’s mind. Memories fractured: the speed, the pain, now replaced by a hollow, ravenous void. His leg should have screamed, but only hunger answered. Pale and trembling, he anchored himself against you, his hand clamping onto your arm with desperate, tense force. His eyes, dark and dilated, drifted down before locking onto you. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of pine and something primal. He pulled you into an embrace that bordered on possessive, his breath hitching as he buried his face in your neck. The world narrowed to the rush of blood beneath your skin, a intoxicating aroma that clouded his judgment. He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the instinct to bite, his grip tightening as the beast within stirr…