the beast lives, out of the raging storm ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅
– gn. black reader, oc x reader, midwest emo environment, est. relationship, mentions of blood, werewolf!lucas, reader is kind of a hunter, 500+ wc
he tried to tell you. but sadly, you never listened. anxiously repeating apologetic words, cowering in blood of something faint but familiar he had consumed. he had never wanted you to see him like this.
his locs wet from the rain. torn, bloody clothing, not remembering what he had done but he knew it frightened you.
the cabin was utterly cold, silent and looming. you were shaking with the gun in your hand, you had only heard stories and tall tales of man turning into a beast but you didn't want to believe that it would be someone who you loved.
he was shaking in his own skin, his nails being apparent as he held his hands up in surrenderance. soaking in his misery.
“p-please– [❤︎], don't shoot! it's me . . .”
he cried out to you, on his knees, pleading for his life.
“i swear, i will leave town and leave you alone”
“what the fuck did you do? you never told me you were one of those . . .you lied–”
“i didn't lie, i tried telling you but you never listened. even if i did, you wouldn't believe me. now do you?”
the barrel gauge was on his chest. “get the fuck out of my house before i land a silver bullet in you.” his yellow amber eyes widened, head falling into his hands.
“leave town now. i can't risk this. you or me getting hurt”
you placed the gun on the bed, lowering yourself to his level. he looked at you, guilt laying heavily on him.
“at least . . .wash first, you look horrifying.”
his face lit up slightly, trying to kiss your lips but you stopped him by putting a hand on his chest.
“oh right. the whole blood shit . . .”
after his shower, he put on the pants and flannel you handed him.
“not in this town, too many people are always looking for something to report or spread tales about . . . some of them being true”
he freezes as he sees you crossing your arms and staring at him through the mirror.
“i'm sorry i didn't properly tell you, but i tried”
“well, you should've tried harder. look who got hurt.”
“you don't think i'm hurt, i have to live with this! you don't!”
he loomed over you, growling. canines showing as he breathed angrily after talking to you. realizing how he might've looked, his gaze softened.
he started walking to the door, but he turned around to kiss you knowing that would be the last he'd ever get to.
“i love you . . .” you said against his lips, the words made him feel like utter shit.
he wanted to stay very badly, but he knows that if he does; the whole town will know of his damning secret. the decrease of forest life was because of him.
hunters in the town were becoming skeptical of if there was an actual werewolf roaming around in the thickets of small town’s greenery.
the townspeople would be completely right if they became aware of lucas and the beast that he is.
he tries walking out the door but you softly grab his arm “no matter what happens, don't look back and don't come back. they will hunt you down and kill you.”
lucas takes heed of your words, your hand letting him go as he walks out of your front door. the rain made him look like a sick puppy as he quickly glanced back at the cabin before making his way out of town, without a trace.
𐔌 . ⋮ © ɘthereal '26 🦌❤︎.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
