Aemond Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

No wolf wants to be a rogue, we aren't built to be alone, or live alone. Aerilyn crosses her arms, "Fine," she deadpans, catching me off guard. Her eyebrows raise, and she takes a step closer, "I, Aerilyn Grey...", "Don't," I warn. I didn't think she'd actually do it, "Reject the Ferum Pack as my home," she finishes, and my legs start to tingle.