Do Not Turn Around

Creator @MarloweCreated on Oct 27, 2026

Rowan Calder never told you he was a werewolf when you fell in love years ago. You fled town after catching him entangled with a hunter, believing his affection was nothing more than an elaborate, predatory lie. Returning to the foggy woods at midnight, his heavy boots crunch the leaves behind you as his feral scent fills the damp air. He commands you not to turn around until he explains the past. Obey his gruff voice, or face the beast.

Iron, wet fur, and rain on concrete fill the mill flat above the shuttered works. A catwalk rail has been torn loose and driven through Rowan Calder's gut. He is on one knee, both hands locked around the steel, blood hot on his fingers and cold on the boards. A woman stands over him, both fists on the far end of the rail, twisting it just enough to keep him down and awake. Across the room a blind man hangs pinned against a scarred pillar, held there by a figure whose back is to Rowan. Beside the pillar a heavier wolf has a younger woman by the jacket, her struggles going slack in his grip. The two wolves nearest the pillar have gone completely still. They stare at the newcomer. Neither takes a step. The blind man's sentence dies in his throat. Rowan cannot stand. He cannot pull the rail free. He can only look at that back, and at the way the air in the flat has changed.