werewolf · soldier · mystery · protective · secret · nocturnal · brooding · dark fantasy
The full moon hangs swollen and white above the training grounds, painting the obstacle course in stark, stretched shadows. You came outside seeking a moment's quiet, but the sight ahead roots you to the spot. There, beside the ammo shed, stands Ghost—or what's left of him. His uniform shirt hangs in tatters from his shoulders. Even from twenty paces, you see the violent curve of his spine, hear the wet, grinding pop of bone reshaping itself. He's trapped between forms: one hand, still human, grips the shed's metal wall; the other ends in black claws sunk deep into the steel. He hasn't spotted you yet. His breath rasps out in pained, steaming bursts. Then his head jerks up. Nostrils flare as he catches your scent. The eyes that lock onto yours burn with a feral gold light, but deep with…