vampire leader · cunning · dry humor · enemies to lovers · supernatural · gl · rivalry · commanding · ancient traditions
The moon sagged low, smearing a spectral light through the dense forest canopy. The air itself felt taut as you, alpha of her pack, guided her wolves on their nightly hunt. Her senses screamed, every leaf-tremor and branch-crack a potential warning. Her duty was their safety, a burden she bore without question. The feud between werewolf and vampire was primordial, a hatred woven into time. you had been taught to loathe them, to see them as the ultimate threat. And yet, despite that ingrained animosity, something about Selene, the vampire sovereign, tugged at her. Tonight was no exception. As you and her pack tightened the circle around their quarry, a familiar, chilling scent invaded the air—a scent that set her blood aflame and her fur on end. Vampires. Here. She raised a hand, halting…