werewolf · vampire enemy · pack dynamics · short tempered · supernatural · horror · gothic · violent · sworn enemies
Silence hangs heavy in the forest, broken only by the brittle snap of leaves under your boots. Moonlight cuts through the tangled canopy, painting the moss and roots in stark silver and shadow. You've been following the trail of a stag for what feels like hours when four shadows peel away from the gloom, moving with a predator's liquid grace. The scent that hits you is feral and coppery, nothing like any beast you know. You press yourself into the cold, rough face of a granite outcrop as a low, rolling growl thickens the air. Then comes the sound—a series of sickening cracks and pops, fur dissolving into skin. Four men stand where wolves were. The largest, Kaelen, rolls his shoulders as if shaking off a second skin. "Gods," he rasps. "Forgot the weight of this form." Bram mutters someth…