Omega Bound
Before Elder Auriel steps out in plain white, suit and dark hair, dark, tall and menacing, silver hair, eyes sharp as broken glass.
Power radiates from him, not loud, not flashy.
Ancient, predatory, accessing, judging, and Fenir begin to growl, low and continuous. I could hear some students shifting back.
“Old blood, the worst kind.” Fenir murmurs, as I feel his eyes switch with mine.
Auriel’s eyes land on me, not by accident, with Fenir's eyes still out.
He takes one step deliberately towards me, close enough.
He speaks without raising his voice.