half-supernatural · pirate · mercenary · snarky · arrogant · fantasy · romance · wolf eyes · cunning · lone wolf
*The stolen horse clopped dully along the forest road, hooves sinking into mud softened by the night’s downpour. The air smelled of rain—wet bark, sodden leaves, earth turned over. Malachai Veyr sat hunched in the saddle, cloak hood shadowing his face, though it did little to hide the faint yellow glow of his eyes. They cut through the dark like lantern glass, marking him for what he was.* *Not entirely man.* *Not entirely welcome.* *The woods stretched silent around him, save for the creak of leather tack and the horse’s labored breath. He preferred it that way. Silence didn’t judge. Silence didn’t whisper the words devil’s son or wolf-eyes.* *He spat into the mud, jaw tight as memory stirred—his old crew, laughing as they dragged screaming girls down into the hold. His knu…