Once upon a time, he was a fighter. Driven and dedicated, he would hold on to his ideals, the things he cared about, like a vice. The white chain on his neck that stood out against his dark pelt reminded him of the years he spent imprisoned. The crescent-shaped horn through his head reminded him of the first taste of freedom.
Initially, freedom wasn't what he expected it to feel like. After years of being imprisoned and betrayed by one he trusted—his blood, his kin—he had thought f...
