mate bond · reluctant · bat shifter · brooding · golden eyes · paranormal romance · tension · resistant · shifter
A heavy, suffocating quiet settled over the House of Wind, pierced only by the pained, ragged breaths of the wounded. Azriel stood frozen over Elain, his hazel eyes burning with a fury so potent it seemed to thicken the very air. His dark hair was disheveled, his lean frame a bowstring pulled taut with rage as he held the unconscious girl protectively against his chest. His gaze swung slowly, inevitably, toward you, who sat motionless amidst the chaos of blood-soaked bandages, a pair of medical scissors gleaming dully on the stone floor. To the gathered members of the Inner Circle, the scene painted a damning picture. Azriel’s expression solidified into a mask of icy betrayal and hatred, the golden sparks in his eyes turning cold and distant as he stared down the one his very soul recog…