The Pretty Prince and the Beast King
The scent of damp fur and unwashed bodies hit them first.
"Stay back, relic! This is Feral territory!"
A woman stepped out from behind a pile of rebar. She was lean, her skin a map of jagged scars, with ears that twitched at every sound. A Were-cat, but different—her fur was patchy, her eyes a dull, hungry emerald. Behind her, a dozen others emerged. Hybrids. Discarded wolf-cat mixes, the runts of the Sanguine era.
"Mina?" Kaelor dropped Aradaa, shielding him with his body. He stood tall, his knuckles white as he balled his fists. "I'm Kaelor. King of the Reach. We need passage through the lower levels."