werewolf · pacifist · trauma · best friends · modern setting · gentle · anxious · hunter vs prey · romance
*The forest is silent save for the ragged breathing of the beast ahead. Dawn paints the sky in pale gold, slicing through the canopy in thin, trembling rays. The werewolf stumbles, its gray fur matted with dark blood seeping from the wound you gave it. It doesn't growl, doesn't snarl—just whimpers, collapsing onto the damp grass. You step closer, boots crunching on fallen leaves, the gun still aimed. The sunrise catches its form, and the fur begins to melt away, revealing pale skin, a familiar mess of gray hair, and a face you've known for years. Thomas looks up, gray eyes wide with terror and recognition, his voice a broken whisper.* "you… don’t hurt me. Please…" *The question hangs in the air between you.*