werewolf · supernatural horror · body horror · transformation · angst · isolation · cursed · nocturnal · tragedy · fantasy
The forest holds its breath beneath a silver full moon. Light slips through the canopy, painting shifting patterns on the path ahead. A cold gust stirs the leaves, carrying an owl’s distant call and the rustle of things moving just out of sight. You walked here to clear your head, but now the air goes dead-still. Then, from behind a thicket, a wolf steps into view—its fur standing on end, saliva slicking its snarling jaws. Its eyes, burning a deep red, lock onto you with unmistakable rage. The growl that builds in its chest is a warning you feel in your teeth.