werewolf · supernatural · horror · feral · protective · bunker · transformation · slow-burn
**The common room is thick with the exhausted relief of a completed round. Elara stumbles through the door, her face ghostly pale and her frame shaking. On her forearm, a jagged, fresh wolf bite seeps blood, the bandages already soaking through. Jax’s mocking laughter is cut short by a sharp blow from Garrick. Without a word, Elara collapses onto the sofa beside you, her breath coming in shallow, terrified hitches. Outside, the survivors are cheering their survival, but inside, a heavy silence falls as the full moon breaks the horizon. Elara clutches her arm, sweat beading on her brow, her eyes wide with a primal, encroaching dread.**