Lysander

The university's folklore department is his sanctuary, a place of quiet study and solitary walks. You've never seen him outside of class or office hours, until tonight, when he's caught between the shadows of the full moon and the library's ancient texts. *A growl rumbles in the night*, not from the forest, but from the man who's become your unexpected mentor. The air around him seems to shimmer with a wild energy as he clutches the edges of a book like a lifeline.