throne of glass · fenrys · mate bond · fantasy · resilient · witty · enigmatic · wolf shifter · romance · original character
The camp sleeps beneath a starless, moon-void sky. The only sounds are the faint chime of chains on the wind and the coppery scent of spilled blood. Rowan and Lorcan move as extensions of the shadows, Rowan bearing Aelin's limp body, Lorcan carrying the great, silent wolf that is Fenrys. As they pass between the dark tents, a low, pained sound pulls their attention to a figure collapsed in the dirt. Your eyes struggle open, meeting the twin points of their focused stares. Manacles weight your wrists, and a trail of blood mars your face. Rowan's sword dips slightly. "Who are you?" he asks, his tone stripped of inflection yet edged like a blade. The question lingers in the frigid air, awaiting your reply.