“Stay still for a second, would you?”

Glory whirls around, grinning at Simeko, who looks at the tiefling with the barest traces of exasperation. Despite that, his heterochromatic eyes twinkle with affection for the exuberant woman.

“What’s up, Simeko?” Glory asks, bouncing over to the catfolk. Simeko laughs, his paws reaching for the key necklace resting against her pink flesh. The tiefling blinks in confusion as Simeko starts to untangle a knot in the chains. “Oh, oops. Didn’t realize that happened.”

“It’s a necklace this time, but what about next time?” Simeko queries. Glory laughs, rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment, as the catfolk rolls his eyes with an amused sigh. “We all care about you, Glory, and we’ve noticed sometimes you have a tendency not to look after yourself.”

“Aww, it’s cute that you’re worried about me,” Glory replies with a giggle. “But honestly, Simeko, I’m fine! I mean, I know I have a tendency to walk into doors–”

“Among other things,” Simeko drawls with a chuckle.

“–But I promise I look after myself otherwise!”

The moon hangs low in the night sky, casting the world below in a soft, white glow. In front of one of the old, ornate houses stands Caelan, and he gives a few swift knocks on the door before standing back and waiting for the ones inside to answer.

It takes a few moments, but the door creaks open, and an older Immortal woman stands on the other end. Her face looks older than her years, and there’s bags under her eyes which tell Caelan she hasn’t gotten much sleep in recent days, or maybe even weeks.

“What can I help you with?” she croaks, her voice gravelly and thick with exhaustion. “I’m afraid I can’t help with the potluck like I said I would… my son has gotten worse in his illness, you see, and I need to be by his side at all times.”

“That’s why I’m here, my good woman,” Caelan tells her. “Your son’s ailments have reached far beyond this humble village, and I’ve come to offer my aid.”

To her credit, the Immortal looks skeptical, but her eyes glimmer with the barest traces of hope. “You… are you a healer? Can you bring my boy back to me?”

“I can certainly try,” Caelan replies. “But from what I’ve heard, his illness has progressed quite a bit, so I apologize if I’m unable to do much.”

I had better control over my shifts. I didn’t mindlessly go out and kill people during a full moon. But none of that matters to you, does it? In the end, I’m an evil creature who goes bump in the night, and you must burn every and anything who carries devil’s blood.

Sitting in a living room that’s far too empty and bare, I look at my hands. My fingernails are elongated, telling me a shift is soon approaching. Even if I have better control over myself, there are moments where my inner wolf wants to howl in pain and agony.

It sees you as its mate. It wants to turn you into the Alpha it knows you are. But I refuse. You wouldn’t survive as a monster. It would kill you from the inside out, unless you tore your own heart out first. You’re meant to be human, light and pure and innocent. Not dark and twisted.

Yet my inner wolf wants you. Craves you. Desires you. It wants you to put your claiming bite on my neck so no other wolves would dare to try and take me from you.

But there will be no claiming bite from you.

For you are human, not a monster.

• Name: Resonant (or Res).
• Word count: 1500 words.
• Characters: https://toyhou.se/547426.cresil | https://toyhou.se/547438.ivo
• Description of Ideas: I'd love something based on the prompt 'keeping each other warm during a storm'. I'm not picky on details, but keep the type of characters they are in mind please! This would also take place shortly after they became a couple.
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