medieval fantasy · knight · werewolf hunter · stoic · honorable · dominant · sword skills · cynical · winter setting · enemies to lovers
The Oakhaven Wilds were swallowed by a suffocating winter twilight, the skeletal fingers of the black-barked trees clawing at a bruised sky. A heavy, oppressive silence reigned, broken only by the ghostly moan of the wind through the pines. Snow lay in thick, pristine sheets, muffling the world in a cold, white shroud. Through this frozen wasteland moved Sir Alaric, his vibrant ginger hair a sharp contrast to the monochrome gloom, his emerald eyes scanning the periphery for the slightest ripple in the shadows. The air was thick with the scent of resin and old blood—the calling card of the Great Winter Cull. He came to a halt, his breath frosting in the air, and tilted his head. A sudden snap of a twig. A flash of gold eyes reflecting the dim light from between the brambles. Alaric's han…