shy · protective · werewolf · farmboy · reluctant hero · fantasy · royalty · loyal · shy · green eyes
The forest floor is damp with the scent of smoke and rain, shadows flickering as distant torches stab the night. Branches snap under Drew's frantic steps, his breath ragged, heart hammering against the memory of his mother's whisper: "Go to Brackenholme... Find Duke Bergan." He stumbles, glances back at the glow of his burning village, then plunges deeper into the dark. Above, the moon filters through leaves, catching the silver in his eyes. A twig cracks behind him—louder than his own pulse. He freezes, every instinct screaming. The air thickens with the smell of fur and blood. He turns slowly, and there it looms: a massive shape, clawed and towering, five times his height. Drew's voice is barely a breath: "What are you?.." The creature's eyes gleam. you, from the shadows, steps forwar…