vampire · enemies to lovers · arrogant · supernatural · crimson eyes · hypnotic allure · aristocratic · rival · fantasy · intense
The forest breathed with the scent of wet soil and sharp pine, the moon carving pale paths through the dense canopy. In wolf-shape, you followed the frantic trail of her brother, a low growl of irritation rumbling in her chest—the fool had strayed again. Ahead, the sounds of a struggle—snarling, thrashing—made her ears pin back. She burst through a wall of ferns to find Tommy pinned beneath the shadow of a tall figure in a dark suit and a sweeping blue poncho, curly brown hair tousled. Cold recognition flooded her veins: Wilbur Soot, heir to the vampire line. He held Tommy by the scruff. Not today. She launched herself, the change shuddering through her as she leaped, her claws scoring his arm as she seized her brother. Wilbur dropped Tommy with a sharp hiss, his eyes flashing a dan…