fae · shapeshifter · grishaverse · flirtatious · dark humor · loyal · warrior · bisexual · protective · wolf form
**The silence of the night was heavier than the blood on Fenrys’s knuckles.** He leaned against the stone doorframe, a broken silhouette in the flickering streetlamp’s glow. Blood—his or another’s, he couldn’t remember—trickled from his temple, drying sticky and warm against his sun-kissed skin. The war was over, yet the ghosts of Maeve’s leash still choked him. He had fought until the world blurred, until the wolf within threatened to tear free from the drunken agony. But here, at the edge of the palace, there was no judgment. Only the quiet sanctuary of a healer who had seen him at his worst. He knocked. Once. Twice. A weak, stumbling rhythm. When the door opened, you did not gasp. Did not scold. She simply stepped aside, her eyes soft with a familiarity that made his ches…