wolves had guarded the blackwood forest for centuries. it was a sacred ground. anyone who came in uninvited would go missing. vampires have been forbidden to cross it for centuries, due to the never-ending conflict between both clans.

chan was one of the strongest wolves assigned to guard the border of the forest. he was loyal, respected. anyone who crossed his path would be wiped out.

— 𝜗𝜚 —

you crossed the border on accident. you were injured—the blood loss had left you weak, your vision blurred—and your body felt cold in ways only vampires understood. you barely passed the trees when you collapsed onto the grass.

chan found you just before dawn, before anybody else could.

he stood over you—amber eyes burning through you as your intoxicating blood hit his senses. every instinct in him screams for him to finish you off. but something is wrong. instead of hunger, there’s restraint.

“you’re bleeding,”

he speaks quietly, kneeling down beside you slowly. his voice is strained, like he’s holding himself back.

“you shouldn’t be here.”