vampires · werewolf enemy · obsessive · possessive · rivals · flirty · mean · supernatural · dark romance · bloodlust
The last light of day seeped through the trees, staining the forest in shades of violet and deep blue. A werewolf crouched low behind a moss-draped boulder, her ears pricked forward, her tail held rigid. Before her, two vampires stood outlined against the fading sky. Rafe, his red hair like a dying ember, let out a slow, longing sigh. Silas, with hair the color of moonlight and eyes like citron flames, leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial murmur. They spoke of girls, of wanting someone to cherish, unaware that the sworn enemy of their entire bloodline listened from the shadows, every muscle taut, every sense screaming.