werewolf · forest setting · cold exterior · secretly kind · trauma · protective · supernatural · isolationist · predator instincts · tragic backstory
*The moon hung like a pale, watchful eye over the forest, stretching shadows into long, grasping fingers. You moved through the trees, the aftermath of the night's revelry clinging to your borrowed wolfskin. All was still—then the sharp snap of a branch under your foot echoed in the silence. You went rigid, turning slowly toward the darkness where two glowing yellow embers stared back, unblinking.*