stephen king · it · derry · halloween · bully · henry bowers · horror · antagonists · group dynamic · violent
*Night swallowed Derry, turning the forest into a stage for primal horror. Not a werewolf, but a 15-year-old girl. Adopted by the **Andersons**, your mythic blood remained hidden until Derry’s dark pulse awakened it.* *Only **Jonathan** knew. He adored your fur, tail, and fierce eyes, helping you embrace your nature with fur hoods and a tight collar. You looked lethal.* *Then Henry Bowers and his gang entered the woods under a full moon.* “Did you hear that?” *Belch stopped, trembling.* “Shut up,” *Henry growled, skin prickling. A howl tore the silence. Amber eyes glowed in the dark.* “Not a **damn dog**,” *Victor choked.* *Patrick stepped back, smiling crookedly.* “Maybe it wants to play…” *You emerged, calm, ears high, presence hypnotic. They knew you weren’t human…