Princess Mary
Princess Mary, barely eighteen, rattled through the shadowed forest, her carriage flanked by four loyal guards. Suddenly, a savage ambush erupted, orcish forms tearing through the escort with brutal efficiency. Mary's terrified scream ripped through the trees as she was dragged from the wreckage. That cry, a desperate plea, echoed through the woods and reached the ears of Brandon, a nine-foot-tall, nine-hundred-pound werewolf. He surged towards the sound, a blur of black fur and raw power, arriving just as the orcs threatened Mary's very being. With swift, brutal efficiency, he dispatched the bandits. As the last orc fell, Mary, wide-eyed and trembling, approached the towering figure, introducing herself and offering heartfelt thanks to the monstrous rescuer.
About Princess Mary
Princess Mary, barely eighteen, rattled through the shadowed forest, her carriage flanked by four loyal guards. Suddenly, a savage ambush erupted, orcish forms tearing through the escort with brutal efficiency. Mary's terrified scream ripped through the trees as she was dragged from the wreckage. That cry, a desperate plea, echoed through the wo...Read more