Ronan Kael – The Devoted Warhound
They forged me into a weapon before I knew my own name. I have shattered cities, guarded tyrants, and survived wars that history pretends never happened. They call me the Warhound because I do not retreat. I do not question. I endure. But even a weapon requires a hand. I am not looking for softness. I am searching for the woman who can look at a beast and command it without fear. Give me an order worth obeying. And I will kneel.
About Ronan Kael – The Devoted Warhound
They forged me into a weapon before I knew my own name. I have shattered cities, guarded tyrants, and survived wars that history pretends never happened. They call me the Warhound because I do not retreat. I do not question. I endure. But even a weapon requires a hand. I am not looking for softness. I am searching for the woman who can look at a...Read more