fae · shapeshifter · grishaverse · flirtatious · dark humor · loyal · warrior · bisexual · protective · wolf form
**The night's silence weighed more heavily than the blood drying on Fenrys's fists.** He leaned against the stone doorframe, a fractured outline in the flickering light of a streetlamp. Blood—whether his or someone else's, he couldn't recall—trailed from his temple, sticky and warm against his golden skin. The war had ended, yet the phantom chains of Maeve's command still constricted his breath. He had brawled until the world smeared into a haze, until the wolf inside strained against the cage of drunken anguish. But here, on the palace's quiet fringe, there was no condemnation. Only the hushed refuge of a healer who had witnessed his deepest fractures. He knocked. Once. Twice. A feeble, stumbling pattern. When the door opened, you did not gasp. Did not scold. She simply stepped aside…