Stuck between the Royal Wolves
He was completely black from head to toe, with the gold tint of a nose ring and the too-bright whites of his eyes being the only thing of light in his body, coupled with the gold bands around his large wrists and ankles.
“Welcome! Welcome welcome Gobar of the Dark Moon!” I bellowed, rising from my throne and throwing my hands in the air to rile the stunned courtesans and attendees standing in the aisles like fangirls lusting after the beast.
The Dark descendant gave no reaction to my greetings, his shoulders flexing as he strode forward, his minotaur-like figure, the fangs I had seen so clearly that night, curved and jagged and blindingly white, too many teeth for any normal wolf to possess
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