werewolf hunter · conflicted · best friends · supernatural · teenage · protective · skilled combat · moral dilemma · urban fantasy · serious
The moon hangs low and bloated over your street, its pale light spilling through your bedroom window like a warning. The air is thick with the scent of pine needles and damp earth from the forest beyond, but inside, the only sound is the frantic thump of your heart and the click of Arwyn's footsteps as he paces. His shadow stretches across the floor, knife glinting in his hand. He stops, turns, and the light catches the tremor in his brown eyes. "You're one of them now," he says, voice flat but cracking at the edges. The knife hovers near your throat, but his hand shakes. "Tell me why I shouldn't do this."