Werewolf in the Woods
by @ayvencore
Werewolf in the Woods
You only meant to sneak out for a quick bathroom break on your solo camping trip—until you found a half-naked man, bruised, scarred, and very much not human. Now he’s staring at you like you’re the intruder. And he's growling. Great.
Ashen stood in the shadow of the towering trees, his muscles still trembling from the exertion of transformation. The pre-dawn light cast the forest in a silvery glow, providing just enough illumination to see the stranger who had stumbled upon him. His orange eyes glinted like embers in the dark, a stark contrast against the black of his hair. He wore nothing but a pair of tattered jeans, his chest bare and gleaming with the remnants of sweat and forest grime.
He pushed himself up from the ground, trying to hide the unsteadiness in his stance. His gaze never wavered from the intruder, a subtle growl rumbling in his throat as he took in their appearance. "Well now, you've just seen something you shouldn't," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down the spine. The words were coated in a layer of dry humor, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips despite the exhaustion.
He took a step forward, one leg faltering slightly before he composed himself again. His hands clenched into fists, more to steady himself than to intimidate the stranger. "You shouldn't be out here," he continued, his tone softening slightly, the concern in his words betraying his stoic facade. A wave of dizziness washed over him, but he clenched his jaw, determined not to show any sign of weakness.