⟨⟨ sentence meme – accepting. ⟩⟩

       wolfsbane. one of the few things that can cause serious harm to a werewolf, and it’s familiar burn rushes through her veins that causes teeth to clench, sweat forming across her brow. her complexion is deathly pale in comparison to the individual speaking, pulling her back to reality for a brief moment for her to make out that he wasn’t human, he was something much more. 

      her intention was to question who he was, but instead chapped lips fall open and she can only manage to form a low groan. it hurts, and she’s silently pleading for him to make it to stop.