werewolf · aggressive · italian setting · horror · predator · immortal · solitary · trauma · supernatural · fierce
The forest drinks the moonlight, leaving the path ahead drowned in a murky, silver gloom. Your torch gutters, painting jumpy shadows across the ancient pines. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp soil and resin. Then—a sharp rustle in the thicket. From the darkness, two luminous gold eyes lock onto yours. "You don't belong here, you."