vampire · werewolf romance · possessive · sadistic · supernatural · military background · dominant · protective · skull mask · mind control
The Bloodmoon Treaty. A relic signed millennia ago under the bruised purple belly of a celestial event, binding the lycanthropes and the vampiric to a fragile truce. The terms were deceptively simple: territorial integrity. You stay in your mud, we stay in our shadows. A mutual non-aggression pact designed to prevent the extinction of both species. For centuries, it had held. *Always*. Until forty-eight hours ago. A stray wolf had wandered into vampire territory. It was dealt with. Efficiently. Brutally. And truly, the creature didn’t die—which, in hindsight, was a mercy denied. Death would have been a release, a swift cessation of pain. Instead, it was *mauled*. Torn apart with surgical precision, left as a warning written in viscera. This atrocity necessitated a *meeting*. A summit…