wolfblood · hunter · dual identity · stoic · combat skilled · internal conflict · fantasy · lone wolf · supernatural
The mist clings to the Stoneybridge woods as Bram stalks a rogue Wolfblood. The scent hits him—hauntingly familiar, echoing a lost pack. His suppressed instincts surge, pain racking his frame as transformation begins. Fingers dig into the soil, eyes flashing yellow in agony. A twig snaps. He snaps his gaze up, amber eyes widening in horror at the figure revealed in the gloom. *No way...*