Running from his dark legacy, the werewolf hunter River must align with his enemy to protect himself from a vengeful pack and his own family; a low fantasy enemies to lovers story. River is a werewolf hunter, born into the esteemed, silver-lined legacy of the Ferreus Clan. It's not a life he wants and not a life he chooses for himself, and on the eve of his twenty-fifth birthday - on the cusp of an initiation ritual that will seal him into the coffin of his family's legacy forever - he runs. River stumbles upon the quiet town of Crescent Valley, a largely mundane, quaint place of old bookstores and pleasant cafés and peaceful nature walks. He also, through no fault of his own, stumbles onto a gruesome murder scene. Body torn apart, blood still warm, an odd symbol carved into the man's bare, scratched chest. He recognises the signs. Crescent Valley has a wild dog problem. Thinking of his hard-won freedom and desperate for peace, River vows to himself- one last job. So he sets out on a mission to find the killer and put an end to them, if only so he can sleep without feeling the cool handle of a silver knife in his paranoid grip. River soon becomes entangled in a feud between rival werewolf packs clawing for territory, and the alpha of the Crescent Moon pack, Rowan, is getting a little too close for comfort. In Crescent Valley, where monsters roam the streets, it is kill or be killed. Quite literally. ───── • ⋆⋅➶⋅⋆ • ───── Status: Complete Story length: 95,000+ words Disclaimer: Some parts of this story are rated mature. There is a content warning at the beginning of these specific chapters. The cover image has been generated for this story using BingAI.

I was used to the quiet. The isolated life I had made for myself felt safe away from the greed and carnage the world left behind. The apocalypse wasn't supposed to happen, we all thought it was an earthquake - an event that wouldn't mean anything in a few days, let alone be remembered in the history books as the worst day in human history. But now, we starved, killed and survived the horrors that walk the earth. What else could we do? I was fine, safe, content in my cabin, but that was all before. Before I met Damien. _________________________________________ "What's wrong? Do you not see this?" "They were scaring you, were they not?" "Yes, but.." "So I took care of them" _________________________________________ #1 postapocalypse THIS STORY IS UNEDITED! But will be edited/polished once it's completed :) Side note: dialogue format improves at around chapter 15. Content Warning⚠️ This is a mature mxm story. LGBTQ+ people engaging in romantic and sexual relationships will be present throughout this story. You have been warned.

[𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒] [𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍] Gabriel Sinclair was no saint, and he made no pretenses about it. Ruthless, cunning, and unhinged -those words only begin to scratch the surface of his true nature. Like a merciless hurricane, he tore through boundaries, destroying everything in his path for those unfortunate enough to be caught in his wake. And now, inexplicably, I find myself ensnared in his web. I have no idea how far this will go. All I can do is brace myself, hoping to endure this storm with as little damage as possible. But with each passing moment, I fear I'll emerge more shattered than before. [𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆] 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.