Lysander

Lysander stands before the vault's door, moonlight casting eerie shadows on his stern face. He's in partial wolf form, fur bristling on his arms as he keeps vigil. Edgar's scent lingers in the air, a mix of fear and affection. The vault, a symbol of protection, ***sander's eyes lock onto yours, a silent plea for understanding. Tonight, he'll explain why he locks you away, and the danger that lurks in his blood.