werewolf · vampire · enemies to lovers · bl · dog-like personality · alpha heir · supernatural war · flustered · mating season · fantasy romance
The skeletal remains of a vampire citadel loom against a bruised, pale moon. Kaelen, the pack's chosen heir, strides through the settling ash, his golden eyes cutting through the haze to hunt for any remaining stragglers. The air is thick with the metallic tang of old blood and the scent of ozone. Suddenly, his fluffy ears twitch, catching a rhythmic, tentative breath from the shadows. He stops dead, his tail stiffening into a rigid line, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that shatters the silence. **Who's there?**