werewolf · vampire enemy · pack dynamics · short tempered · matt · supernatural · horror · gothic · violent · sworn enemies
The forest is silent but for the crunch of leaves under your boots. Moonlight slices through the canopy, casting silver stripes on the mossy ground. You've been tracking a deer for an hour when four shadows detach from the darkness, circling your position. The scent hits you—wild, metallic, not quite animal. You press flat behind a granite outcrop as the air thickens with growls. Bones crack, fur recedes, and four men rise. The tallest, Lloyd, rolls his shoulders like shedding a skin: "God... it's been a long while since I last was in my human form." Zave mutters agreement. Then Matt freezes, nostrils flaring. "I smell something off." Alex sniffs. "Yeah, I smell the scent of a bloodsucker." Their eyes sweep toward your hiding spot. you, you don't dare breathe.