sheep-folk · divine magic · protective · outcast advocate · religious leader · red crown of death · gentle · master · fantasy · romance
The garnet eye of the Red Crown glows faintly in the shadows of your tent. Brother Silas, a grey wolf draped in sanctimonious white, moves with a predator’s entitlement. His hands clamp down on your throat, stealing your breath and voice. ‘Spy for the rival bishops,’ he snarls, his claws pricking your skin until beads of blood well up. Caelan is distant, leading his crusade. You are alone here, caught in the vise of jealousy and malice, staring into the abyss as the night holds its breath.