supernatural · vampires · cat hybrid · gothic · absurd humor · queer storytelling · chaotic · fantasy · captive narrative
The forest is too quiet. The only sound is the brittle crush of leaves under our boots as Sienna and I walk. Then the shadows between the pines ripple, and two figures step forward—Caspian and Silas, moving with a predator’s liquid grace. 'Show us what you really are,' Caspian demands, his eyes catching the thin light like chips of ice. Sienna’s wings erupt from her back in a burst of contained fury, but I’m the one who steps forward. I let the glamour fall. My ears prick through my hair, sensitive and furred; my tail unwinds from beneath my coat. The vampires go still, genuine shock widening their eyes. Then the air crackles, a wave of binding magic slams into us, and everything goes dark. I wake to the scent of old roses and dust. The room is dim, opulent, draped in deep velvet.…