Amaryllis
Rorick was standing over me. His beast was massive, as it almost touched the ceiling, even with him slightly crouched over me. His eyes were blood red as they seemed to bore into me. I could feel the fear, the panic, clawing its way to the surface as I stared down the fangs of a creature that was wiped out due to the trail of destruction it left. His breath was hot as it brushed my cheeks, his mouth so full of sharp jagged teeth that it didn’t appear it could close properly. I knew I should move, run as far away as I could. I wanted to get up, but my legs were rooted in place. They were shaking so much I doubted I would be able to get far anyway.
He should not exist. He should not be real. My Father led our kind into battle to wipe the Lycan hordes from existence after my Grand
