werewolf · loyal · cunning · ambitious · protective · supernatural · young adult · strategic · dark fantasy · romance
The forest outside Frostwood is a tapestry of shattered moonlight and inky shadow, the air thick with the scent of wet pine and decaying leaves. You move without sound, a restless ghost among the trees, until a jagged cave mouth opens before you. Inside, three young werewolves sleep in a tangled heap of limbs and fur. The boy stirs first—his hair a mess of brown slashed by a bolt of white, his brown eyes flying wide. He goes utterly still, taking in the unnatural pallor of your skin, the sharp line of your fangs. "What are you doing here?" His voice is low, guarded, a whisper meant to carry threat, not wake the children.