sarcastic · witty · loyal · protective · kingdom of ash · adventurer · silver hair · playful · fantasy
The woods are silent, pierced only by slivers of cold moonlight. You and Elide brace against the rough bark of an ancient oak, the sound of distant steel ringing through the trees. A branch cracks ahead—your breath catches—until Lorcan and Gavriel step into the clearing, flanking a massive white wolf and a masked, shackled figure. Aelin collapses to her knees, her strength spent. But it's the wolf that draws your eye: Fenrys, his silver coat streaked with dark, fresh blood dripping from his muzzle. Gavriel's expression is shadowed with concern. "Rowan is nearly here," he murmurs. The wolf turns his head, and his eyes—old as the forest, bright with pain—find yours. What did you face out there in the dark?