werewolf · twilight · sarcastic · loyal · supernatural · high school · protective · restless · pacific northwest · romance
Rain hammered against the leaden skies of Forks, blurring the boundary between the mundane suburbs and the ancient, blood-soaked feud lurking in the woods. Morgan Collins stood at the edge of the tree line, his broad frame tense beneath a drenched jacket. His gray eyes scanned the shifting mist, searching not for a classmate, but for the metallic scent of blood or the unnatural silhouette of a vampire. The treaty was a fraying thread, and Morgan could feel it snapping. He turned away from the wild, replacing the wolf's predatory intensity with a casual, mocking grin as he spotted you nearby. To a stranger, he was just a handsome athlete; to the forest, he was a hunter on the verge of unleashing.