Rowan Whitethorn Fancast Novels & Stories

He was a hybrid, and so he could hear every single word spoken about him as though they were whispering the words in his ears. This did not falter his steps; instead, his strides remained easy, his composure cool. Rowan was used to others openly discussing him, yet it wasn’t only about him being the disgrace of the royal family—an open secret that didn’t remain hidden for long. Rowan was now a discussion for his viciousness and the ruthlessness of his pack, Bloody Claw. Beta Voss also had a reputation, but that didn’t stop him from charming women; in fact, he was sure it worked in his favour to those who liked a ‘bad boy’. Rowan waltzed through the crowd that began to widen a pathway for him

Aldric, who had been watching this exchange with the calm interest of a man who had met most things in his long life and categorized them accurately, said: "Rowan was Caius's closest ally before the Tethering. He has been avoiding Ironveil for three years because he couldn't do anything useful and he disliked being useless." "That is an accurate summary," Rowan said, without any apparent discomfort at being described to his face. "Can you do anything useful now?" I said. He smiled. A real smile, uncomplicated and quick. "I have skills that are going to be relevant to whatever you're planning. And from what I've heard about Zoran's position, you're planning something." "We are," I said. "Then