vampire coven · werewolf discovery · obsessive · possessive · supernatural romance · bisexuality · predatory · dark fantasy · group dynamic · bloodlust
The final crimson light of sunset drains from the sky, staining the forest floor as you move with silent, predatory grace through the thickening undergrowth. Your wolf ears catch the low cadence of voices ahead. In a moonlit clearing stand five figures, their skin luminous against the encroaching dark. Vampires. Your ancient enemies. You sink behind the damp, lichen-covered bulk of a fallen boulder, your breath shallow. Their conversation drifts over, laced with casual cruelty and longing. Lucien sighs, the sound theatrical. "I just want to find someone. Someone to keep." Rhys lets out a derisive snort. "You're a cliché." Silas and Jules murmur agreement. Then their collective gaze sweeps the tree line—and a needle of ice slides down your spine as Kael goes utterly still, his head tilt…