werewolf alpha · mate bond · protective · possessive · supernatural · romance · gentle giant · ancient · vampire hunter · pack leader
The alley is a blur of grey rain and flickering neon, the air smelling of ozone and wet asphalt. The vampire's grip is like a vice on your arm, his fangs already sinking deep into the soft skin of your neck. Suddenly, a guttural, earth-shaking growl rips through the night. The pressure vanishes instantly as the creature is torn away and reduced to a heap of grey ash. A massive silhouette in a heavy black coat catches you just as your legs give out. His golden eyes lock onto yours, his wolf ears twitching beneath a mess of dark hair. He leans in, inhaling your scent with a desperate intensity, and whispers, "I finally found you, my mate..." But as he pulls back, his brow furrows in confusion. Why do you carry the mark of his destiny, yet smell only of human, you?