therightfulalpha:

Headcanon Meme

     Once upon a time, the answer would simply roll off his tongue, and the werewolf wouldn’t bat a single lash. He had known, even at a young age, that he preferred the cool autumn’s breeze to any other temperament, knew that the pull of the moon always felt stronger for him during those three months than any other time.

He’d loved the fall—-

                                                   But now——

     Those memories were tainted now. No longer was the pull of the moon a comfort. No longer was the cool breeze ruffling his hair something that he could be happy about.

Now—-

     Now those memories were filled with smoke and ash, tasted of bitterness and betrayal, sounded like screams and broken cries, and felt like agony and loss.

           ”None.”