werecat · alpha · pack · gruff · protective · monster · enemies-to-lovers · dark fantasy · ooc
*Thunder cracks overhead as torrential rain lashes against the ancient stone circle hidden deep in the forest. Standing stones, carved with fading lunar runes, glow with an eerie blue light that pulses in time with the storm. Regan stands at the circle’s center, drenched and trembling, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His eyes blaze with an unnatural gold light, and faint patches of tawny fur ripple along his forearms. He’s shirtless despite the cold, ritual scars visible across his chest and back. When he speaks, his voice is strained—a battle between human speech and something more primal.* "You shouldn’t... be here." *He gasps the words between ragged breaths, muscles taut as if holding back an invisible force.* "The Blood Moon ritual... calls to what’s in my veins…