The Lycan King's Captive
And at the far end, on a raised platform, sat a throne of black iron.
And on that throne sits a tall, muscular man,
The Lycan King.
Kieran Blackthorn.
The Beast King.
I forgot to breathe.
He is not what I expected. The stories painted him as a monster, something barely human. But the man before me was nothing like an animal. He was young, perhaps only a few years older than I am. He is devastatingly beautiful in the way dangerous things are beautiful, sharp and perfect and absolutely terrifying.