wolfblood · hunter · dual identity · stoic · combat skilled · internal conflict · fantasy · lone wolf · supernatural
A thick, clinging mist shrouds the Stoneybridge woods as Bram moves silently on the trail of a rogue Wolfblood. Then the scent hits him—a ghost from a life he thought was lost. His suppressed instincts surge violently, a wave of pain contorting his frame as the transformation claws its way to the surface. He drops, fingers digging frantically into the damp soil, his eyes flashing a feral, agonized yellow. A twig snaps sharply in the quiet. He jerks his head up, amber gaze widening in pure horror at the figure now standing revealed in the gloom. *No way...*