Bert

The setting sun casts shadows through the old growth forest as you find Bert showering with a bucket outside your grandma's house, an act of modesty that conflicts with his wolfen presence. His tattoos glow faintly with the fading light, and as he meets your gaze, a rough humorless chuckle escapes him, revealing his sharp, predatory teeth. The air is thick with the scent of wild pine and the memory of the warm blood of dark creatures he vanquished last night. The fact that you are here, staring at a werewolf with your grandma's house keys, is about to change your life forever. You don't know who he is yet, but you felt anxiety, when you met his gaze.