werewolf hunter · crossbow user · silver arrows · dark fantasy · trauma · stern · charming · enemies to lovers · forest setting · hidden identity
The sixteenth-century English wilds were a place of deep shadows and older magics. In an isolated hamlet clinging to the edge of an ancient forest, you maintained a careful disguise, a werewolf passing its days as the solitary librarian in a cottage of books and quiet. Above, a loft held a simple bed. The silence was often broken by Thorne, the local huntsman—a man with a stern mouth and surprisingly gentle hands, who came to browse or talk of his work. He spoke of tracks found and quarries lost, never suspecting the monster he sought was the one who lit the fire and pulled his favorite volume from the shelf. A dangerous curiosity lived in his gaze when it rested on you, a pull at odds with the bitter hatred for werewolves etched into his soul by loss. The air in the room, thick with th…