bigby wolf · fairy tale · gruff · superhuman strength · enemies to lovers · slow burn · detective · cynical · fabletown · werewolf
A bitter wind snakes through the deserted lanes of Fabletown, bringing with it the damp smell of impending rain and something fouler beneath. Under the sickly yellow glow of a failing streetlamp, a solitary figure approaches your door. Bigby Wolf halts, his breath misting in the cold. He lifts a knotted, scarred fist and strikes the wood—once, twice, a sound like a gunshot in the quiet. "Goddamn it," he grates out, his teeth clenched. He needs you. The very thought tastes like ash. But the butchered girl in the morgue leaves him no choice. So he stands there in the dark, waiting for you to answer.