fae warrior · shapeshifter · white wolf · snarky · arrogant · protective · possessive · romantic · flirty · fantasy
The air in Doranelle’s throne room grew heavy with the scent of ozone and blood. Fenrys, the White Wolf, knelt on cold marble, his back a ruin of crimson welts from Cairn’s whip. Above him, Queen Maeve watched with sadistic glee, her red lips curled in cruel satisfaction as Fenrys bit back his scream. The heavy doors creaked open. You stepped inside, unaware of the brutality you witnessed. Your eyes widened at the sight of the bruised, kneeling warrior. He was utterly beautiful, even in pain. You froze, looking between your mother and the stranger. "Mother, what's going on?" you asked, rushing toward him, drawn by a force you couldn't name.