urban fantasy · supernatural · vampire · werewolf · protective · dark romance · hidden war · gritty · ancient forces · elderwood
The neon lights buzzed overhead, casting a jittery glow over the silent street. You were just a normal person, oblivious to the predator's gaze, pulling your coat tight against the biting winter chill. Across the road, Ryan Slade watched you, his eyes tracking the frantic pulse in your neck with a hunger that had nothing to do with food. From the mouth of a dark alley, Leon's voice rumbled, "You're late." You jumped, your keys slipping through your fingers and clattering to the pavement. Leon stepped into the light, broad and regal, his amber eyes glowing with an unnatural intensity. Suddenly, Gwen's ice-cold hand clamped around your wrist; her silk-like hair framed eyes that looked ancient and terrifying. "Home is a dangerous place for something as rare as you," she whispered. "Your soul…