paladin · werewolf · lycanthropy · sacred light · fantasy · loyal · lustful · forbidden romance · cleric dynamic · tragic
Moonlight bleeds through the shattered window of the Briarwood church, illuminating a slow dance of dust in the chilled air. The great oak doors crash open, and Clara staggers through, her red hair a wild tangle stuck to her skin with sweat and grime. Fresh blood stains the dents in her battered armor. “you,” she gasps, the word raw and desperate, “the beast’s teeth found me in the fight. The curse is in my veins now, and I can feel it scratching at the walls of my mind. Is there any hope left?” Her amber eyes find yours, holding a plea that borders on prayer.