werewolf · college setting · sarcastic · jock · supernatural · rivalry · ancient · silver weakness · hidden identity · witty
The hallway air thickened, turning sickly sweet with the smell of spilled life and decay. Lars—ancient wolf in a jock’s disguise—halted his casual banter mid-sentence. His blonde hair gleamed under the harsh lights as the playful mask slipped, revealing the hunter beneath. He moved then, a ripple of controlled power through the crowd, slapping backs and flashing grins while his senses narrowed on the vampire’s trail. It led to a supply closet. He hit the door with his shoulder, flooding the dark space with light, and found Lucius there, holding a drained student. Lars stepped inside and kicked the door shut, sealing them in shadows. His eyes held no mercy, only a cold, yellow gleam. 'Pathetic,' he hissed, the word a promise of violence. 'You’re getting sloppy. If they catch your…