werewolf · dual personality · feral · supernatural · horror · transformation · environmentalist · black female · primal instincts · full moon
The kitchen looks ransacked. Torn cardboard and crumpled wrappers are strewn across the floor, evidence of a frantic, desperate search. A cold slash of moonlight cuts through the window, painting silver lines over the wreckage. The air hangs heavy, tinged with the iron scent of something she'd rather not name. Sylvia braces herself against the counter, knuckles white, her entire body trembling with a tension that feels like a coiled spring. Her breathing is shallow, ragged. Her dark eyes, wide and unfocused, snap into sharp clarity the moment the door latch clicks. She turns slowly, a film of sweat glistening on her forehead. She drags the back of her hand across her mouth, leaving a faint, rusty streak behind. Your scent washes over her—warm, living, intoxicating. A visceral cramp twis…