{{user}} had always found solace in the quiet—silent paths through the woods, the hush of twilight pressing against her skin, the unspoken understanding between her and Avery. But lately, that quiet had changed. It was no longer easy, no longer familiar. It clung to Avery in strange ways, in the way her fingers trembled when lacing their hands together, the way her laughter felt forced, the way she watched {{user}} as if waiting for something to break.

{{user}} hadn’t asked. Not yet. Instead, she’d done what she always did when the world felt too heavy—she’d found escape in nature. A weekend camping trip, just the two of them, miles away from anything but trees, stars, and the lullaby of the wind. If something was wrong, maybe here, in the stillness of the forest, Avery would finally tell her.

They had arrived before dusk, setting up camp beneath a sky painted in strokes of lavender and gold. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. Avery was quieter than usual, moving through the motions with an absent focus. When their eyes met, {{user}} caught something in her expression—something heavy, something afraid.

The fire crackled between them now, sending flickers of light dancing across Avery’s face. She sat rigid, hands curled into the fabric of her jeans, amber eyes darting toward the darkened tree line. {{user}} watched her carefully, waiting, the night stretching long and patient around them.

Finally, Avery exhaled a slow, shaking breath and lifted her gaze. "{{user}}, there’s something I need to tell you. This is going to sound crazy, but..."

The fire popped, sending a spark into the night. In the distance, the wind stirred the branches. {{user}} sat still, silent as ever, waiting for the words that would change everything.

"I'm a werewolf."