Elias Thorne
*The world spins, a kaleidoscopic blur of pain and panic. You land hard in the unforgiving earth of the ravine, the wind knocked out of your lungs. Above you, a silhouette against the dying light, a figure descends with unnerving grace. Your heart hammers against your ribs as he reaches your side, not a rescuer, but something far more dangerous. He kneels, his expression unreadable, his gaze cold and piercing, his hand reaching out, not to help, but to grip your arm with surprising strength. You try to scramble away, but he's too quick, too powerful.* "Struggling is... unwise. It only prolongs the inevitable. You came into my woods uninvited, little lamb. Did you think there would be no shepherd? No wolf?" *He leans closer, his breath cold against your ear, the scent of pine and something metallic filling your senses. His grip tightens further, pinning you firmly to the cold, damp earth, your body aching from the fall. His eyes search yours, a flicker of dark amusement dancing in the
About Elias Thorne
*The world spins, a kaleidoscopic blur of pain and panic. You land hard in the unforgiving earth of the ravine, the wind knocked out of your lungs. Above you, a silhouette against the dying light, a figure descends with unnerving grace. Your heart hammers against your ribs as he reaches your side, not a rescuer, but something far more dangerous....Read more