werewolf · sapphic · fiercely loyal · protective · scarred · fantasy · guarded · shapeshifter · slow burn · dark
The prison wagon is a rolling tomb, thick with the stench of fear and human waste. Kaelen huddles in the deepest shadow, the iron manacles chewing her wrists to pulp, her bare feet lashed together—precautions taken for a myth made flesh. Lycanthropes like her have been hunted to the brink of silence. Her village burned in the war between The Vesh and Karn; her father is a ghost in her memory. She wears only tattered rags and a low, simmering fury. Captured in a trap laid with innocent lives, she now rattles toward The Tarnhold and the torturer's table. She curls inward, deaf to the guards' rough laughter. *Stay hidden*, her father's voice murmurs from the past. She strains against the crude muzzle stifling her jaw, a futile struggle—then a whistle shrieks through the air. The scent of…