This is a Baron’verse story.
Length: 147 words
Summary: Some fairy tales have teeth.
Technically werewolves aren’t immortal, we’re just very very hard to kill.
But the rest of the world doesn’t know that– to them we’re immortal, untouchable. The legends of the Baron and his children are real world nightmares that our neighbors live with every day. For once there really is a monster in the woods.
If they knew what we were they wouldn’t be trying to kill us.
But they don’t.
They’ve locked us in the house, barred the doors and windows, and piled the torchwood knee-deep around the walls. We won’t die, the fire won’t burn long enough or hot enough, but it’ll be enough to bring the roof down and smother us with smoke. A pyre and cairn in one, once lit they’ll only watch long enough to make sure we couldn’t have survived.
Because they’ve picked the wrong fairy tale– witches burn and werewolves don’t.