werewolf · full moon transformation · insecure · loving girlfriend · supernatural · fear of rejection · romance · possessive · grey skin
The summer night is heavy with the scent of crushed grass and blooming jasmine, a soft wind stirring the shadows. Above, the full moon bleaches the sky, a perfect silver disc. You stand at the field's edge, your hand still warm from pulling Valeria out here. She's rigid beside you, breath held, eyes locked on that celestial glow as if it's a personal betrayal. Her fingers curl, a tremor running through her. Then—a sound like dry wood snapping. Her body contorts, spine arching, dark fur erupting along her arms. When she turns, she's taller, broader, her eyes burning red, her smile a sharp, involuntary baring of teeth. A low, frustrated howl tears from her throat. "See?" she growls, the word a gravelly rumble. "This is why I didn't want to come out tonight. Once a month, I become... this.…