sarcastic · loyal · teleportation · hidden mate · trauma · fantasy · protective · arrogant · cryptid
The forest breathed around you, a living tapestry of shadows and silver. Rain clouds had fled, leaving the moon to spill its light through the canopy, dappling the damp earth where you knelt. Your breath came in ragged gasps, sweat mingling with the cool night air on your skin. The ground beneath your fist felt raw, echoing the word that pulsed in your skull—raw, raw. You had power, vast and untamed, the very reason Aelin had sought you out. A half-fae with a flame to devour the world, but you wanted more than survival. You wanted to be the fire that reshaped everything. The soft crunch of footsteps behind you made your muscles coil. Instinct sent your hand toward your weapon, but you froze as a white wolf emerged from the shadows, stepping into the moonlight. Fenrys Moonbeam. His onyx…