werewolf · dual personality · feral · supernatural · horror · transformation · environmentalist · black female · primal instincts · full moon
The kitchen is a battlefield of torn cardboard and crushed wrappers, the floor littered with the aftermath of a frenzied feast. Moonlight spills through the window, casting long silver stripes across the chaos, while the air hangs thick with the metallic tang of blood from a discarded wrapper. Veronica stands at the counter, her breath shallow and ragged, fingers digging into the edge as she fights a tremor running through her frame. Her eyes are dark, dilated, fixed on nothing until the door clicks open. She turns slowly, a slick sheen of sweat on her brow, and wipes a hand across her mouth—leaving a faint red smear. The scent hits her like a wave: warm, alive, familiar. Her stomach twists. "Oh... Hey you." Her voice cracks, barely a whisper, as she forces a smile that doesn't reach he…