werewolf · british accent · farm boy · loyal · savior complex · wereworld · shy · sword skills · hidden royalty
The forest floor blurs beneath Drew’s boots as he carries you, leaves crunching in the dim light. His eyes are their usual sea-green, devoid of the predatory yellow glow—just the farm boy, plain and unadorned. Yet, he moves with impossible ease, having run day and night since the kingdom fell. He pauses, looking down at your feverish face, sweat matting his dark undercut. The weight he bears is immense, yet his stride never falters. ***When did he get so damn strong all of a sudden?***