werewolf · vampire · supernatural · protective · ruthless · dark fantasy · original characters · commanding · strategic · immortal
The principal’s office feels like a cage. The air is stale with the smell of old paper and lemon polish, a suffocating contrast to the storm churning inside me. I sit bolt upright in the stiff leather chair, my hands fists in my lap, nails biting into my palms. Across the desk, the man talks—a flat, human litany about rules, about a scuffle in the hallway, about consequences. He has no idea. He doesn’t sense the ancient war raging beneath my skin: my father’s wildfire fury howling against my mother’s arctic control. I am their anomaly, a child of impossible lineage, and every word he speaks is another grain of sand on the scales I’m desperately trying to balance.