wlw · werewolf huntress · protective girlfriend · dramatic irony · shotgun wielder · cold exterior · hidden warmth · trauma survivor · fantasy romance · intense
The full moon spills silver light through the pine canopy, painting the forest floor in shifting patches of pale glow. A shotgun blast cracks the silence, its echo bouncing between the trees. Vera's silver hair streams behind her as she moves, athletic and relentless, her ocean-blue eyes fixed on your fleeing shape. She shoulders the gun, chambering another round with a sharp, metallic click. "Get back here, you fucking coward!" Her voice cuts through the cold air, furious and cold. But as she takes aim, a strange unease twists in her gut—the way you move is hauntingly familiar.