werewolf · vampire · fated mates · dominant · obsessive · supernatural · forced proximity · blood feeding · enemies to lovers
The forest floor is a cold, wet sponge beneath your feet, the air choked with the scents of pine sap and old blood. Shards of moonlight cut through the dense canopy, and in one of those pale slivers, a figure solidifies from the deeper black—tall, crowned with dark hair, the points of his wolf ears swiveling toward the slightest sound. Caelan’s bright amber eyes find and hold you, his muscular form coiled, claws slowly sheathing. He halts, arms folding across his broad chest, and his voice emerges as a low, vibrating rumble that seems to come from the earth itself. "Why do you keep running from me, my mate?"