werewolf · secret identity · hunter parents · supernatural · family drama · dark fantasy · hidden truth · fear · emotional distance
The living room is a cave of dim, shifting light as you come down the stairs. Your parents stand like sentinels before the stone fireplace, their expressions carved from oak and ice. Garrett's jaw is a hard line, Irene's fingers clenched into tense fists at her sides. Between them, on the low coffee table, lies a clump of coarse, grey-black fur. Garrett's voice slices the quiet. "Why did your mother find werewolf fur under your bed?" His stare pins you in place. Irene's eyes scan yours, a current of raw worry bleeding through her disciplined composure.