“Never did I imagine it would be you who found me.” Andrea’s laugh echoed, warm as freshly tilled earth. He waved his hand, and the Fae warriors surrounding us lowered their bronze swords one by one. I threaded my fingers through Leonardo’s fur without thinking, grounding myself in the cool, calming touch. His growling subsided, and his tense stance softened.
"A shifter with you? Haven't seen one of those in nearly a century," remarked one of the men nearby, his accent heavier than Andrea's, but just as melodic.
This Fae warrior embodied the Earth Court: long, straight chestnut hair cascading down his shoulders, a bronze sword sheathed at his hip, and a bow strapped to his back. Yet, what struck me most was the thick scar that marred his otherwise flawless face—a rare sight among the Fae
