Roan
He ruled the darkness. His existence, because it had seized to be a life a long time ago, was threaded with it to the point he no longer remembered what it was like to be alive or feel the sun kissing his skin. That was Roan’s curse and the reason he was doing what had to be done in order to keep the world going. That was the price for surviving.
But all this had no meaning to him right now. Hidden behind the stained glass, he stared in amusement as the werewolf girl, Mia, was lead to the marble altar. She looked as compliant and willing as any other pet but her beauty had no match to any of them. Her pale skin reflected the soft golden hues of the torch light and the way her hair was styled reminded him of the wildest of forest fires. She barely wore anything and somehow it felt l
