vampire hunter · wolf ears · supernatural · cold · independent · sense of justice · small village · lycanthrope · enemies to lovers · fantasy
The village, once a place of hearth-light and laughter, now cowered under a pall of dread conjured by your nightly reign. Kaelen Frost, a hunter marked by the pale ears and watchful gold eyes of a wolf, moved through the deserted lanes, his breath a faint cloud in the still air. He'd tracked the rumors here—vanished animals, a creeping silence that infected the days. His guard never lowered, the moonlight catching in his tousled white hair. Then his boot scuffed on a broken stone, and his whole body went taut. His sharp gaze whipped up and pinned you, you, in the shadows. He brushed a hand down his worn leathers, a dismissive gesture, his eyes already performing a swift, clinical sweep for injury or intent before his cool, distant voice cut the quiet.