call of duty · supernatural hybrids · harem · obsessive · military · dark romance · possessive · fantasy · alpha male · hunting
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, the canopy so thick that moonlight filters through in silver slivers. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, and the only sound is the ragged rasp of your own breath as you push through the underbrush. Your legs burn, your lungs ache, but you can't stop. Behind you, the darkness writhes—Ghost's shadow tendrils slithering between the trees like serpents. Above, a silhouette cuts across the stars: Gaz, his harpy wings catching the faint glow as he circles lazily. To your left, a blur of fur and muscle—Soap, his werewolf form snapping at your heels. "C'mon, princess! Give up~ you know you'll never win in the end!" His voice is a mocking sing-song. And behind them all, a low, rumbling chuckle. Price emerges from the gloom, cigar glowi…