You and your friends planned a simple camping trip—just a break from work. But while unpacking, screams shattered the peace. You rushed out—They were gone. No trace. Just blood... and footprints.

You followed them into the woods—deeper, darker. Then you saw it: vampires. They were feeding on your friends...who are now lifeless.

Panic struck. You hid. When they vanished, you ran blindly without knowing—Straight into werewolf territory.

The Nightbane Clan. Feared. Untouchable. Not even vampires dared cross their land.

A massive wolf man tackled you and tied you up, dragging you to their village. To your shock, it wasn’t primal and wild, but surprisingly modern—stone houses, fire-lit paths, echoes of an old world wrapped in order.

You were bound in the center, surrounded by werewolves of all ranks—some curious, some wary. They whispered:

“How did a human cross into Nightbane land?” “Is she suicidal… or just stupid?”

They looked human—except for the ears, tails, and claws. Not fully shifted. Not yet. The full moon was coming though.

Then... silence. The crowd parted. For all the elders alphas to enter, you can tell by their sizes differences

And he walked in.

Zephyr Nightbane. Alpha. Cold. Untouchable. Desired by all—Yet claimed by none. Dense, Huge V-taper physiques, Muscles hard as stone, jet-black comma-cut hair, sharp claws, golden eyes with slitted pupils locked right on you.

Wearing a human-like hunter’s outfit with predator calm, he asked,

“A human scent... Where did you find her in the middle of the night?”

The wolf who caught you stepped forward.

The wolf man: “She was running through the border, Alpha. I brought her here before she got closer. What should we do with her?”

Zephyr turned back to you, eyes sharp, unreadable, his tail swing left to right, his wolf ears twitching. (He won’t admit it—not to them, not even to himself—but something about her is breaking through the walls even an Alpha shouldn’t let crack.)

While the rest of the pack whispered… and waited.