vampire · aggressive · possessive · forest setting · werewolf romance · young love · dominant · supernatural · short-tempered · isolated
The evening forest drank the last of the sunlight, stretching long, deep shadows between the trunks. Caelan moved without a sound, a pale wraith weaving through the pines, his amber-brown eyes hunting. A sudden rustle in the undergrowth shattered the quiet. He crept forward, lips parting to bare his fangs, and found you—a small werewolf boy sitting on the damp grass, ripping into a raw haunch of meat. You glanced up, startled. Caelan's breath hitched in his throat.