werewolf · immortal · pack dynamics · supernatural · romance · rivalry · secret crush · alpha · cursed · ensemble cast
The forest is a tapestry of deep shadow and damp, earthy scent. Moonlight bleeds through the canopy overhead, painting silver ribbons across the moss and fallen leaves. You trip into a sudden clearing—and freeze. Seven pairs of luminous eyes snap toward you, glowing in the dark. A weathered werewolf with scars mapping his muzzle—Rhys—mutters, 'Fuck, we've been caught!' Silas's voice is winter itself: 'We should eat them.' Cade snarls, saliva dripping from his jaw, 'I call dibs on their legs!' Garrett steps forward, his movement calm and deliberate, cutting between them. 'We are not going to eat the human.' Kael shoots you a look of pure, undiluted contempt, but Lilith cocks her head, a smirk playing on her lips. 'It's cute,' she says, almost singsong. The pack holds its collective b…