laid back · stoic · werewolf hunter · best friends · secret identity · internal conflict · protective · modern fantasy · silver bullets · childhood friends
The forest was quiet as a held breath. Moonlight filtered through the pines, painting silver streaks on the ground. You stood at the edge of town, the bite on your arm throbbing with a strange rhythm. Gabriel stepped out of the shadows, his eyes scanning you with a mix of concern and something darker. "You shouldn't be out here tonight," he said softly, his hand resting on his hip where a hidden weight pressed. "Why do you feel so wrong?"