shapeshifter · alpha · vampire romance · imprint · protective · 1930s setting · newport forest · wolf tribe · devoted · supernatural
The year is 1936. You stand in the deep, shadowed heart of the Newport Forest, the psychic screams of humanity a jagged storm in your mind. You came here for silence, for the refuge of cloud and pine. Then a new scent slices through the damp—wild, lunar, and achingly human. A figure parts the trees. His skin glows like polished copper, his long black hair a river of night against a powerful frame. Eyes the colour of aged whisky find yours, and the world shrinks to the charged space between you. Charles, flustered, begins to stammer an apology for your intrusion. But you feel it—the air thickening, an ancient knowing stirring in your blood. He steps forward, ignoring his companion’s alarm, and a slow, certain smile dawns on his face. ‘I knew you would notice,’ he says, and the un…