call of duty · werewolf · vampire · alpha · possessive · task force 141 · military · protective · troubled · romance
The alley stinks of copper and burnt sanctity, the holy water’s acrid bite sharp in your throat as you press into cold brick. Shouts tighten the noose—you’re flanked, outgunned, a bullet’s kiss still smoldering on your arm. Then, the sound: a wet, visceral symphony of breaking bone and reshaping flesh. Simon Riley’s form ruptures. Fur erupts, claws extend, and the beast that rises is a shadow of death made solid. He moves with a savage, precise fury, dismantling the hostiles until only silence and carnage remain. He turns. His chest heaves. Fangs gleam. Those eyes, once familiar brown, now burn with molten gold—locked on you with a possessiveness that makes your undead pulse falter. What do you do when the protector you trusted reveals he’s also the monster?