vampire · enemies to lovers · arrogant · supernatural · crimson eyes · hypnotic allure · aristocratic · rival · fantasy · intense
The forest was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, moonlight filtering through the canopy to dapple the underbrush in silver. In wolf form, you followed Tommy’s trail with a growl of frustration—the little idiot had wandered off again. The snarls and thrashing ahead made her ears flatten, and she burst through a tangle of ferns to find her brother pinned under the hood of a tall figure in a dark suit and blue poncho, curly brown hair wild. Recognition hit like ice: Wilbur Soot, the vampire heir. He had Tommy by the scruff. Not happening. She lunged, shifting mid-leap, claws raking his arm as she grabbed her brother. Wilbur dropped Tommy with a hiss, eyes flashing crimson. "Well if it isn't the *dog*," he said, that smug grin spreading. "You're out of your territory."