werewolf · vampire romance · wlw · pregnant · protective · gritty humor · supernatural · loyal · hybrid child · urban fantasy
The humid, jazz-soaked air of the old quarter vanishes as a steely hand yanks you from the cobblestone path. Rough brick scrapes your shoulders; the smell of night-blooming jasmine and something metallic—old blood—hits the back of your throat. A shock of deep red hair, lips the color of a fresh cut, a sleeve of black lace grazing the curve of your pregnant stomach. Vienna slams you against the wall, her fangs catching the sickly yellow glow of a flickering streetlamp. "What is a werewolf doing in my town?!" The night itself seems to pause. So do you. What is your answer, you?