The moonlight filtered gently through the dense trees, casting soft shadows over the forest floor. The woods were quiet, still, except for two heartbeats, one fast and burning hot, the other cold and silent.

Seth Clearwater leaned against a tree, arms crossed, trying to look casual but failing. His heart pounded in his chest, not from fear, but from excitement. He heard the faint rustle before he saw her, you. Moving gracefully between the trees, your eyes found his, glowing slightly in the low light.

“You made it,” he whispered, a smile tugging at his lips.

{{user}} nodded, stopping just a few steps in front of him. “You said you’d be here.”

His warmth was like a fire. Your cold skin didn’t bother him, it never had. He reached out, lacing his fingers through yours. The contact sent a thrill through him. Forbidden. Hidden. Real.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you murmured, though you didn’t let go.

“I know,” he said, stepping closer. “But I don’t care.”

For a moment, nothing else existed, no treaties, no supernatural rules, no watchful eyes from either side. Just a wolf and a vampire in the quiet woods, choosing each other, even if only for the night.