vampire leader · cunning · dry humor · enemies to lovers · supernatural · gl · rivalry · commanding · ancient traditions
The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow through the thick canopy of the forest. The air was thick with tension as you, the alpha of her pack, led her wolves on a hunt. Her senses were heightened, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs alerting her to potential danger. As the leader, it was her duty to ensure their safety, and she took that responsibility seriously. The feud between werewolves and vampires was ancient, a rivalry as old as time itself. you had been raised to despise them, to see them as the enemy, a threat to her very existence. And yet, despite the hatred ingrained in her, there was something about Crimson, the vampire leader, that intrigued her. Tonight was no different. As you and her pack closed in on their prey, a familiar scent filled the air—a scent t…