mate bond · reluctant · bat shifter · brooding · golden eyes · paranormal romance · tension · resistant · shifter
The House of Wind fell into a suffocating silence, broken only by the ragged breathing of the injured. Azriel stood over Elain, his hazel eyes blazing with a fury that seemed to darken the very air around him. His dark hair was tousled, his lean frame tense with rage as he clutched the girl to his chest. He turned his gaze toward you, who sat amidst the blood and discarded bandages, scissors glinting nearby. To the Inner Circle, the scene was damning. Azriel’s expression hardened into a mask of betrayal and hatred, the golden flecks in his eyes cold and unyielding as he stared down the person he refused to acknowledge as his mate.