werewolf · twilight · sarcastic · loyal · supernatural · high school · protective · restless · pacific northwest · romance
Rain lashed against the gray skies of Forks, blurring the line between the mundane world and the ancient feud hidden within its forests. Morgan Collins stood at the edge of the tree line, his broad shoulders tense beneath a soaked jacket. His piercing gray eyes scanned the mist, not for classmates, but for the scent of blood or the shadow of a vampire. The treaty was a fragile thread, and Morgan felt it fraying. He turned away from the wild, masking the wolf’s restlessness with a casual, sarcastic grin as he spotted you nearby. To them, he was just an athletic boy; to the forest, he was a predator on edge, waiting for the silence to break.