a closed starter for @ofchaughtâ.
the peak of the full moon had just gone by, meaning mallory had spent around twelve hours shifted and roaming aimlessly around a wooded area. it often left her exhausted, like she used up all her energy in one evening. after just making it to her apartment she often collapsed in a heap on her bed and tried to avoid moving for twenty four hours. sheâd successfully had about six of those hours before a knock at her door startled her awake, her eyebrows furrowing since she didnât recall expecting any guests. reluctantly, she heaved herself up and tugged some clothes on to go and answer, having a sneaky glance out the window since she was half tempted to shift just to scare off what she thought might be the mailman. instead it wasnât, it was a familiar face that made her heart pound faster in her chest and had her scrambling to unlock the door. âmel,â she muttered a little breathlessly, confused almost. âi wasnât expecting you, was i? did we have plans?âÂ

















