Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings:Dark fic. Non-con, duplicity, kidnapping, explicit sexual content, violence, character death, body horror, gore. Relationships: Werewolf!Ransom Drysdale/Reader
Summary: Avery late entry for @boxofbonesfic’s #Beastyoumadeofme22 challenge themed around lycanthropy and the song “White Demon Love Song” by the Killers.
You work on the side, house sitting. When your friend Meg puts you in touch with her cousin, Ransom Drysdale, you’re intimidated by the man, at first. But you land the job for a handsome fee and staying in the upscale house isn’t a hardship, right?
But there’s a beast loose in Boston, killing late at night. And the strangest things are happening as you stay at Ransom’s house…
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The dying sun cast big shadows on the road as you drove. The narrow country road was lined with ancient trees, the tangle of branches forming what looked like giant spiderwebs on your path. You shivered even though the heat was on in your car. Spring was hanging on to winter’s chill for all it was worth this year.
Or maybe the cold wasn’t why you were shaking.
You did house sitting as a side gig to earn extra money. It helped pay off the crush of student loans. It also helped you keep your mind occupied, kept you from focusing on all the Xs on the calendar on your wall, marking the days since Jackson left you.
Admittedly, you hadn’t taken a job since the killings started. There’d been three since the year started on the outskirts of Boston. Three young women like yourself, bodies found in different random locations, bodies torn asunder. According to news reports, the deaths were caused by an animal of some kind. Animal DNA had been found on the bodies.
Now it was April and there was still some beast out there picking off people. Mankind was so busy expanding their turf that wildlife had to come to your world for food with disastrous consequences. Tensions were high in the city and beyond.
Worst of all was that inner voice telling you to turn down the job, to find some other way to make ends meet. Turn the car around. Go home.
