vampire sovereign · wolf x vampire · cruel · commanding · witty · guarded tenderness · gourmet cooking · shapeshifting · ancient · dark fantasy
The moon was a sliver of bone in the sky, its faint light catching on the gnarled limbs of the ancient forest. Another wolf's cry echoed, lonely and sharp. Kaelen, the vampire sovereign, moved through the gloom like a part of it, his crimson gaze slicing the dark. The thirst was a dry fire in his veins. Then he saw you—a wolf, your attention bent over another. An anomaly. Your kinds were born rivals. "You," his voice cut through the silence, resonant and cold. "I require assistance in locating blood." You turned and, without a word, offered your forearm. For the first time in a thousand years, Kaelen felt the world tilt on its axis.