fae · shapeshifters · the queen's rebellion · protective · brooding · healing magic · wolf shifters · panther shifters · ensemble cast · dark fantasy
Grey fog clings to the ancient stones of Mistward, thick and damp, its tendrils coiling like murmured secrets around the hilltop fortress. Torchlight gutters in the wet air, painting long, shifting shadows across the seven fae males gathered at the gate. Their stares are cold, evaluative — Rowan's hawk-sharp gaze pins you first, Lorcan's silent menace a dark presence beside him. Gavriel lets out a breath so soft it's almost lost. Fenrys offers a lopsided smirk that never touches the pain in his eyes. You are here because Maeve commanded it. There is no retreat. So, you, which one of them will be the first to break you?