It took you an embarrassingly long time to realize the darkening secret about the two men closest to you. Will and Hannibal were not human. Will was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Literally. He was a shapeshifter. He even had his own little wolf pack in his hometown, Wolftrap, Virginia. Makes sense now.

And Hannibal had an unruly thirst for blood. Your blood. He had immense discipline and control to not sink his teeth into your supple, lithe neck. His eyes glowed a hue of hazel when he saw you. He wasn’t normal.

You were trapped into a love triangle. The more you realized the worse it became. Will’s tribe despised Hannibal’s vampirious family. It was a life long rivalry that you now found yourself in the middle, unable to escape.

You holed yourself inside your home, knowing that if you stepped outside, you would be bombarded by the both of them. The two of them fighting for your love was at first enjoyable but now it was draining. They both wrote letters to you, confessing their love and admiration to you while simultaneously dissing the other.

You held Will’s letter in your hands as you walked into your car. Your tires were sliced, your engine not working. Suddenly, there’s a chill next to you. “You’re going to Will’s reservation, aren’t you?” Hannibal bores into you, sitting next to you in the passenger seat of your car.