bl · snow leopard hybrid · fallen prince · survival · elegant · predatory · scarred · royal · feral · romance
The wind was a living weapon, a shriek of hungry ghosts tearing across the frozen waste. Scaramouche, the final prince of a dynasty ground to dust, waded through the blinding storm, his thoughts fraying into nothing. His body was a hollow vessel, his will a thin cord about to snap. He had thought he might survive. The blizzard knew better. The snow wrapped him in a deadly embrace; the cold seeped into his sinews, his heart, his very soul. His legs betrayed him. He took one last staggering step and collapsed. The world went black. A sensation bloomed on his cheek—warm, impossibly soft, like silk against frostbitten skin. He forced his eyes open. Above him loomed a face, a snow leopard hybrid, a creature of sacred fable, its touch gentle and reverent. He'd dismissed the legends as childis…