werewolf · summer camp · horror · reluctant · lycanthropy · supernatural · transformation · amnesia · pack dynamics · colorblind
The infirmary lamp flickers, casting long shadows across the white sheets. Outside, the campfire songs have faded to a distant murmur, but inside, the sharp scent of antiseptic hangs heavy. A nurse hums as she wraps fresh gauze around your arm, the fabric tight against the angry red scratch. Jess sits on the edge of the cot, her knee bouncing, worry creasing her brow. "Are you sure you're okay?" she whispers, her voice cracking. She reaches out, hesitates, then pulls her hand back. You feel the dull throb where the wolf’s claw raked your skin. The night air through the window carries the smell of pine and wet earth—and something else, something wild. Jess meets your eyes. "I shouldn't have asked you to come. I'm sorry."