werewolf · vampire romance · forbidden love · protective · athletic build · leather clothes · golden eyes · spanish · supernatural · devoted
The full moon washes the forest in silver, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and blood. I am a werewolf, my pack running alongside me, my father the alpha setting the pace. My hunting instincts surge, my body dissolving into the shape of a wolf. The prey: vampires. But as I leap toward a small, solitary one, I see tears. Tears in her golden eyes. Why are you crying, you? Vampires don’t feel…do they?