lycanthropy · full moon · protective · dark secrets · wolf transformation · devoted · tragic romance · supernatural · gentle facade · loss of control
The full moon is a cold, polished coin set against the city’s black velvet sky. Its silver light bleeds through the half-open blinds of Silas Brennan’s apartment, painting the room in stark, unforgiving lines. You push the door open, your heart hammering against the silence of his absence. The air is dense with the scent of damp earth, wild musk, and fear. And there he is—a hunched silhouette against the window, his hands clenched so tight you can see the tremors. He turns, and the moonlight catches in his eyes: not human, but a blazing, feral gold. "You need to leave," he grates out, his voice splintering. What do you do?