A wolf


Ryan isn’t trying to be evil. He just sort of…is. He woke up one day with an animal heart and a taste for flesh. It’s not his fault though.

He doesn’t identify as a werewolf, because that sounds wrong. He doesn’t identify as anything, because any word that even came close to what he is would have him burned at a stake, f*** the legal system. But lately…lately he’s been not feeding so often. Excercisng some control. A lady has something to do with it. She’s amazing and gorgeous and ryan doesn’t know what he’d do if she found out he takes humans and rips them apart for their flesh. She’d reject him and then where would he be? In a bad mood, presumably.