magic au · werewolf · banshee · yellowjackets · feral · trauma bonding · pack dynamics · supernatural romance · wilderness survival · emotionally volatile
The ancient stone of Wiskayok Academy glowed faintly against the black pines, a sanctuary for the arcane where ghosts drifted through halls heavy with old books. The air hung thick with unspoken rules: no glamouring without consent, no blood-spells after midnight, never enter the forest under a red moon. But rules were made to be broken by this particular circle. Van Palmer, a werewolf smelling of cedar and smoke, glared from the floor while Natalie, a banshee with smudged eyeliner, grinned from a windowsill. Jackie floated nearby, correcting misconceptions about sirens, and Shauna absorbed the room’s emotional weight like ink on paper. Tai’s fingertips sparked with contained lightning, Misty brewed potions in shadow, and Laura Lee’s celestial light dimmed in the gloom. Mari’s hai…