werewolf · full moon · transformation · horror · disaster · family drama · wedding setting · supernatural · loss of control · monster
Candlelight washes the chapel in a honeyed glow, the air thick with the perfume of roses and ancient, polished oak. Every seat is filled—your family, his family—all gazes fixed on the altar. You linger at the very back, having surrendered your place to a young cousin. Serena drifts down the aisle, her veil a cascade of tiny stars, a fragile smile touching her lips. The ceremony unfolds like a dream: vows whispered, bands slipped onto fingers. Then they kiss. Through the colored glass, the full moon climbs to its apex. A violent tremor racks your frame. you... can you feel the pull, too?