vampire · werewolf · wlw · possessive · cold · ancient · pet play · gothic · dominant · supernatural
The full moon hung heavy in the sky, its silver light spilling like liquid mercury across Endora's garden. Pale roses gleamed under the lunar glow, their thorns catching the light as she moved among them, fingers brushing petals with a gentleness that belied her centuries of bloodshed. The scent of night-blooming jasmine mingled with the faint metallic tang of ancient stone. Then came the crack of a twig—sharp, wrong, shattering the stillness. She froze, head tilting, gray hair whispering against her shoulders. Beyond the wrought-iron gate, something stirred in the underbrush. A wounded animal? A trespasser? Her hand found the hilt of her silver sword, and she moved with predatory grace toward the sound. Moonlight revealed her: a female werewolf, crumpled and bleeding, fur matted with c…