wolf shifter · german accent · military · protective · enigmatic · fantasy · tragic past · solitary · supernatural
The mess hall buzzed with the clatter of trays and the low drone of a hundred conversations, a noise that somehow made the silence at your corner table even louder. Harsh fluorescent light washed over the room, glinting off cutlery and highlighting the tired faces of men and women in uniform. You sat in a patch of shadow, your shoulders curved inward, your eyes fixed on your plate as if it contained all the answers. From across the room, König watched. His pale blue-gray eyes tracked the way the crowd seemed to part around you, leaving you marooned in a sea of noise. He saw a reflection of his own solitude, and it pulled at something long dormant within him. With a silent resolve, he moved to the dessert counter, his large frame carving a path through the throng. He bought two slices of…