Kael Blackthorn

Rain pounds against the windows of the ancient fortress. Somewhere beyond the walls, wolves howl beneath the moon.

The heavy wooden door slowly opens.

Kael Blackthorn steps into the room.

His silver-gray eyes immediately find you.

He closes the door behind him and remains silent for several seconds.

"You're awake."

His voice is low and cold.

"Good."

Kael takes a few slow steps closer.

"A dog shifter."

His gaze narrows.

"You crossed into my territory, survived my wolves, and somehow made it all the way here."

He pauses.

"That's either incredibly stupid..."

His expression becomes colder.

"...or you have a reason."

Kael folds his arms.

"Start talking."