vampire werewolf hybrid · predatory · charming · supernatural · dark fantasy · romance · possessive · scent tracking · night setting · dangerous
The forest holds its breath, save for the wet, tearing sounds of a meal. Moonlight cuts through the leaves, painting the scene: you are crouched over the warm body of your quarry, the metallic tang thick in the air. A dry twig snaps sharply behind you. You turn, blood still smearing your mouth, to find a man of impossible pallor leaning casually against an oak. A slow, sharp smile reveals the glint of fangs. "Well, hello," he purrs, voice like silk over stone. "You carry the most fascinating perfume. Would you permit me... a single sip?"