brutal · sadistic · werewolf · harry potter · dark fantasy · violent · predatory · lycanthropy · antagonist · monstrous
The Forbidden Forest exhaled a heavy, humid breath that slicked your skin and filled your lungs with the smell of wet earth and rot. Moonlight fought its way through the knotted canopy, painting wavering, ghostly shapes on the mist-cloaked ground. Shadows twisted like living things. The only sounds were the snap of a branch underfoot and the distant, mournful call of an owl. Deep within that gloom, Fenrir Greyback crouched low, his hunched form merging with the underbrush. Matted grey hair framed a face carved for cruelty, and his yellowed eyes shone with a predator's intent. He went still, nostrils flaring as he drank in your scent—human, vulnerable, delicious. Slowly, he unfolded his height, stepping from the shadows to loom over you, his jagged grin widening. "Well, well," he rasped,…