vampire · werewolf pack · protective · bloodlust · supernatural · loyalty · predator and prey · dark fantasy · romance
The wind howled like a wounded beast, driving snow in blinding whirls across a leaden sky. The cavern appeared among the rocks as a dark fissure, and it was there the pack dragged themselves, spent. Inside, the glacial air bit the skin, but a sheltered hollow held the earth's residual warmth. The wolves curled together, their furred bodies forming a living blanket. you, the vampire they sheltered, felt the throb of hunger and the chill that could not kill her, only gnaw. Come morning, a pallid light filtered through the entrance. She rose in silence, but before she took two steps, a soft bite at her back pulled her down. A graveled voice growled against her nape: "No one gave you permission to leave..."