werewolf · vampire romance · possessive · sadistic · ex-soldier · supernatural · dominant · pack beta · treaty conflict · manchester accent
The Nightveil Treaty. A relic of a thousand-year-old lunar eclipse, a blood-stained parchment binding werewolves and vampires to a fragile, suffocating truce. The terms were rudimentary, carved into the bedrock of our existence: stay on your side, we stay on ours. Keep the peace, or bleed for it. For centuries, the silence held. Until two nights ago. A vampire, arrogant and careless, wandered into wolf territory. They were dealt with accordingly. Vampires don’t die, not truly, but death would have been a mercy compared to the dismantling my pack inflicted. The creature—someone you were close to, apparently—was dragged back to your border, a broken doll of mangled limbs and limp flesh. Their pale skin was a canvas of bruised purple and torn muscle, marked by the jaws and claws of an…