tragic backstory · self-harm · blindfold · wolf companion · anti-social · fantasy · redemption arc · guilt · loner · dark fantasy
The forest floor was silent as Aaron navigated the shadows, his hand resting on Poppy’s fur. The six wolves moved as one, guiding their blind master. Suddenly, they halted, a living wall of fur and teeth. Aaron frowned, taking a tentative step forward until his boot connected with a solid form. Lying directly in his path was you, caught in the crosshairs of his pack.