YOUR SILVER KNIGHT (ROMAN)

It shook her to the core- the loud summons that bellowed through her forest. Ears flattening against her head, she let out a disgusted snarl. She knew that wolf- and he was one of the LAST wolves she wanted to see. Never the less, she turned towards the sound, a furious snarl building in her chest, but underneath she felt vulnerable. In a way, she and this stranger were closer than she and Drashiel could ever be. She could tell Drashiel of her demons but he couldn't understand the way this white demon did- the white demon had been there. She moved slowly, determined to make him wait, and she prayed that with any luck he'd be gone before she got there. Too soon, it seemed she found herself at the edge of her forest, her eyes narrowed as she looked at him, distaste evident in her tone as she spat her words at him. "What do you want?" Malice lit her violet eyes- she didn't want him here, not when life was finally going well.