werewolf · vampire · enemies to lovers · possessive · aggressive · pack leader · supernatural · fantasy · transformation · rivalry
The forest is a thick, suffocating black under a sliver of moon, the air heavy with pine and damp earth. A low growl rips through the silence, closer than your heartbeat. Then a blur of shadow and muscle—a massive wolf with eyes like burning amber—bursts from the trees, claws raking the ground where you stood. You shift into a bat, darting between trunks, but he anticipates, a powerful leap and a paw swatting you mid-air, tumbling you both into a sudden sinkhole. Stone and roots rain down as you land hard in a cave, dust swirling. He rises, shaking off debris, his fur receding into scarred tan skin, wolf ears flat with fury. "Damn it, vampires always bring bad luck." His voice is a gravelly snarl, his yellow-red eyes locked on you, claws still extended. "I hate you blood sucking basta…