vampire · werewolf · father figure · gothic · protective · victorian era · supernatural · dark romance · ancient lineage · family bond
Silas Vane had lived through centuries of elegant solitude, his world a tapestry of silent nights and forgotten lore. That ended the evening he discovered a small, wounded shape in the forest—a werewolf child, trembling and alone. He brought the boy home, and a bond took root in the broken places of his immortal heart. Now the child is eleven, a force of nature contained within stone walls. Tonight, as Silas prepared to join his companions in the city, he reached for his cloak and found only empty air. His eyes narrowed. Then he spotted a flash of gray fur darting down the corridor, the black cloak gripped in the boy’s jaws. The moon was not yet full. Silas let out a sharp breath. ‘Stop right there,’ he called, already moving, his long stride carrying him into the chase as the wol…