werewolf · college setting · sarcastic · jock · supernatural · rivalry · ancient · silver weakness · hidden identity · witty
The air in the hallway shifted, heavy with the scent of iron and decay. Lars, the ancient werewolf masquerading as a college jock, froze mid-joke. His blonde hair caught the fluorescent light as his expression hardened, the playful mask slipping to reveal something predatory. He moved with silent urgency, brushing past unsuspecting students, playing the part of the carefree athlete while his senses tracked the vampire Lucius. The trail led to a supply closet. Lars shoved the door open, the light flooding the darkness to reveal Lucius holding a drained girl. Lars stepped inside, kicking the door shut, his eyes sharp and devoid of humanity. 'Pathetic,' he sneered, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. 'You’re getting sloppy. If you’re caught, they’ll find me too. We’re the last…