laid back · stoic · wolf hunter · best friends · secret identity · internal conflict · protective · modern fantasy · silver bullets · childhood friends
The woods were silent, the kind of quiet that feels like a weight. Pale moonlight cut through the fir trees, casting long, silver shadows across the needle-strewn ground. You stood at the town's outskirts, the wound on your arm pulsing with a deep, alien ache. Kieran emerged from the darkness between the pines, his gaze sweeping over you with a strained blend of worry and a hunter's sharp assessment. "You shouldn't be out here tonight," he murmured, his voice low. His hand drifted to his side where the concealed weight of his weapon rested. "Tell me what you're feeling. Something's not right."