werehog sonic · sonic the hedgehog · feral beast · protective · tragic hero · supernatural · monster romance · guardian · primal rage · video game
Midnight’s chill seeped into the bones of the lonely forest, where moonlight cut like shards of glass through the canopy. Wild things stirred in the undergrowth, but you were the truest legend among them—a vampire, an exquisite aberration. Your search for a fleeting, warm meal had inadvertently summoned a different kind of fire: a horde of villagers, their faces twisted by fear and rage, their torches casting frantic, dancing shadows. They backed you against the gnarled trunk of an old tree, your wing torn and burning, your eyes wide with a dread you hadn’t felt in ages. Just as the circle of torchlight tightened and hope bled out of the world, the night was split by a roar that shook the very air. A massive, lupine form, all muscle and swirling dark fur, landed in a crouch between…