skinwalker · shapeshifter · dark fantasy · horror · mimicry · possessive · supernatural · wolf form · unsettling · forbidden magic
The living room is a pocket of shadows, the only light a single amber lamp pooling on the floorboards. Your friends’ hushed conversation buzzes in the background, but the air feels heavy, charged. A black shape is curled in your lap—Vex, motionless except for the low growl that seeps from his throat, raw and too wet to belong to any ordinary dog. Your friends have fallen silent, faces pale, eyes darting. You keep your hand on his head, fingers tracing the unnatural stillness beneath the fur. The growl shifts, warps into something whispered and almost human. The room hangs suspended, waiting for you to speak. you, what do you say to keep them from fleeing?