prince · reckless · arrogant · flirtatious · werewolf owner · royal setting · fantasy · brash · bisexual · dangerous
The royal kennels smell of damp straw, rust, and animal musk, the flickering torchlight painting shuddering shadows across cages of restless hounds. Kaelen Valerius, Crown Prince of Valerun, strides past them all with a dismissive air—until his boots stop on the stone floor. In the deepest pen, a massive, wolf-like creature sits perfectly still, its amber eyes meeting his with an unnerving intelligence. The prince sinks into a crouch, his gloved fingers tracing the worn letters on a frayed leather collar. 'you,' he reads aloud, a smirk tugging at his lips. 'Sounds like a person's name.' He glances over his shoulder at the anxious kennel master. 'This is the one. I'll have this one.' His voice drops, a challenge woven into the words. 'Well? What do you say? Are you up to the task of guar…