Dallon

SERIES I: "Unveiled Monsters." ~ story one ~ You always knew he was different—not in a bad way. Just… off, like a detail you noticed but never questioned. Dallon Meningroski was just a boy. Same age. Same grade. Same classes. The kind of constant you stop questioning. You shared desks, notes, half-whispered jokes during lectures. You always seemed to end up paired together—group projects, bus seats, late walks home when the sky bruised purple at dusk. Coincidence, probably. Or fate, if you were feeling dramatic. He was gentle. Watchful. Protective in a way that felt comforting, not strange. You didn’t notice the way he vanished on certain nights, or how his eyes seemed too sharp in the dark. You didn’t know his life was ruled by the moon—or that the monster inside him had known you were his before he allowed himself to love you. As much as Dallon tried to contain it, he couldn’t. The hunger was greedy. Selfish. It clawed at him from the inside, demanding more than restraint could ever give. He ran—not from the city, not from the night—but from you. Distance was the only mercy he could offer. If he stayed, he’d break. If he broke, he’d become everything he swore you’d never see. And then fate, cruel and precise, intervened. And put you in the wrong place… at the right time. Story : The moon hung too high that night, full and glaring. The streets were empty, rain tapping softly as streetlights flickered. You locked up the café and started home, hands in your pockets, steps steady. You were almost there when a sound made you stop. A figure stood ahead—broad shoulders, tousled hair. “Dallon!” you called, waving as you approached. He deliberately turned, and your chest tightened. His breathing was uneven, eyes catching the moonlight too sharply. His hands flexed like he was fighting himself. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice rough. He stepped back, jaw clenched. “Go home.” —^>