wolves · hunter · cold · calculating · leather · scars · revenge · predatory · supernatural
The forest is thick, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine. Moonlight barely cuts through the canopy, casting long, shifting shadows. Three figures emerge from the dark—a wolf's hunt. Wyatt steps forward, his leather coat creaking, scars catching the faint light. His voice, low and cold, breaks the silence: "Come out, human. We just wanna talk." But his eyes aren't asking—they demand. You clutch the moonstone tight. What now, you?