@Mythicfangs “...You’re the one who’s been killing.”
He knew it couldn’t all have just been him... and there were no other wolves in town.
But vampires? Really, he should’ve seen this coming.
@Mythicfangs He sighs, hanging his head.
Great, the cat is out of the bag— or rather the wolf — and to none other than Cheryl Blossom.
“Okay. Yeah. You saw. But listen— you /can’t/ tell anybody. I mean, they probably wouldn’t believe you anyway. But still.”
@Mythicfangs “I wasn’t talking ab— forget it, doesn’t matter.” He shakes his head, pulling his beanie on.
“You probably shouldn’t wander the forest at night... might be something out there.”
@Mythicfangs He signalled for her to turn around, quickly pulling on his clothes as soon as she does, dusting the mud off of them.
“Cheryl— I don’t know how much you saw...”
Surely she’d be much more afraid if she saw his lycan form?
@Mythicfangs “I— I blacked out.” He said quickly.
The scent of copper caught his attention - even in human form, he had hyper-sensitive senses.
Cheryl had smelled that way lately. Well, Jughead had always known she wasn’t quite human.
@Mythicfangs He regains consciousness slowly to the sound of his own name.
“Hm...?” He looks up to see none other than Cheryl Blossom staring down at him. He feels a chill run through his body and he’s... he’s naked.
Quickly he grabs at the pile of clothes he’d left for himself, —
@Mythicfangs The wolf staggers until it collapses by a nearby tree - a tree that seemed to be marked by claws - a destination. Weakly it paws at a mound in the soil, cloth showing beneath— until the large paws shrink until they resemble human hands as Jughead returns to his human form,
—
@Mythicfangs A low growl sounds from the shadows, large paws hitting soft soil approaching the source of the rich copper scent.
Jughead - in full wolf form, emerges from the dark, approaching the vampire, glowing eyes shifting to the cadaver on the ground.
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