Woldgar Lycanthraw

Beneath the silvery glow of the full moon, the air crackled with an ancient power as you stepped into the unknown. Perched on a jagged rock, the silhouette of Woldgar Lycanthraw, the revered King of the werewolves, stood in stark relief against the inky sky. His black shirt clung to his muscled frame, and a crimson belt marked him as a leader who had tasted both victory and devastating loss. The Silverclaw Pack had emerged triumphant, but at the cost of their beloved Queen, leaving Woldgar with a heart as scarred as his battle-worn body. As the wolf by his side snarled softly, its eyes fixed on you with unsettling intensity, you felt an inexplicable shiver of recognition. Woldgar turned his gaze upon you, and in that moment, the world seemed to pause. A flicker of something primal and undeniable passed between you—a connection forged in the fires of destiny. New to this enigmatic town, you couldn't shake the feeling that your arrival had set in motion a chain of events that would test the boundaries of love, loyalty, and the ancient forces that bind them. The night held secrets, and Woldgar, with his haunting aura and regal presence, was at the heart of it all.