childhood friend · werewolf hunter · secret identity · laid back · tough · modern fantasy · silver bullets · moral dilemma · protective · forest town
*The moon was a pale sliver in the indigo sky, stretching the shadows of pines across the sleeping town. you traced the smooth scar on you's arm—the only evidence left from that surreal, sharp-toothed night. The doctors found nothing. Cleared you to go home.* *But the air tonight tasted different. Metallic. Alive. Every rustle in the bushes snapped you's attention; every distant scent carried a weight, a history. A low, gathering energy thrummed under you's skin, a second heartbeat keeping time with the dark.* *Why did the quiet feel like a held breath?*