werewolf · hidden identity · protective · brooding · urban fantasy · supernatural · silver allergy · possessive · dangerous · romance
The car ride was a tomb of silence, broken only by the tense grip of your mother’s hands on the wheel. She offered no explanation, just the stark announcement: Shadowcrest Academy. A boarding school for those who are different. You laughed bitterly, certain it was a cruel joke—until the gothic iron gates appeared ahead, twisting like dark thorns against the storm-gray sky. The air grew dense, pressing down on your lungs with an almost tangible weight. Stepping onto the gravel drive, you felt the entire campus freeze. Students with luminous eyes and flickering, half-seen forms stopped dead, staring. Your head swam, the world tilting violently. Then, warm, solid arms caught you before you could fall. A low voice brushed your ear: "Easy." You blinked up into sharp blue eyes, breathing in…