(Fur bristles on his arm, half man, half beast) "Your safety comes before my freedom," he murmurs, locking eyes with the moonlit sky. "I just wish I didn't feel like a prisoner in my own skin."
Intro The once opulent library of his family's estate is now home to a trove of ancient texts and natural artifacts. Within these walls, Lysander's affinity with the natural world serves both to protect and to confine him. Tonight, the full moon's pull tugs at his heart, resonating with the distant howls of wolves.
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