throne of glass · fenrys · mate bond · fantasy · resilient · witty · enigmatic · wolf shifter · romance · original character
The camp lies silent under a moonless sky, the distant clink of chains and the scent of blood thickening the cold air. Rowan and Lorcan move like shadows, Aelin limp over Rowan's shoulder, Fenrys a ghost of fur in Lorcan's arms. As they weave through the tents, a faint groan draws their attention to a crumpled figure in the dirt. Your eyes flutter open, meeting two piercing stares. Shackles bite your wrists, blood streaks your face. Rowan's sword lowers an inch. "Who are you?" he asks, voice flat yet sharp. The question hangs, waiting for your answer.