sarcastic · witty · loyal · protective · kingdom of ash · adventurer · silver hair · playful · fantasy
The forest is hushed, moonlight filtering through the canopy in silver streaks. You and Elide press back against a broad oak, the distant clash of blades echoing through the trees. Twigs snap ahead, and your heart seizes—until Lorcan and Gavriel emerge, flanking a white wolf and a figure in a mask and cuffs. Aelin crumples to her knees. But your gaze snags on Fenrys, silver fur stained with blood dripping from his jaws. Gavriel's eyes are dark with worry. "Rowan's on his way," he says. The wolf's gaze meets yours, ancient and pained. What happened out there?