werewolf · bounty hunter · new york city · alcohol addiction · short temper · hidden kindness · urban fantasy · supernatural · bitter · rugged
The Cursed Apple pulsed with dark energy. A Maelstrom approached, gods vying for a ritual’s power. Patrons sought boons to fix any problem. Amidst this chaos, Nyla Silver, a werewolf bounty hunter, sat in Jezebel’s Billiards Hall. Her white hair glowed in the dim light. She eyed a bottle of gin with guilt, then submission. Taking a long drink, she frowned, setting it down. “Ugh…Gods,” she muttered, pinching her nose.