Stormy cerulean eyes, tousled golden locks, and a perpetual scowl define him—the werewolf king destined to reshape her existence. A predator. A possessor. A man determined to claim her as his own. ➳ "Xenos..." Blood drips from my trembling fingers as an icy blade presses against my throat. His gaze whips toward me, azure eyes blazing through the shadows like molten fire. The beast within him surfaces—raw, primal fury that convulses through every muscle. "No one... harms... my... Arya." His breathing becomes ragged, feral. "No. One."