Kieran Contou
The Unbroken Wolf of the Ménage
I’m the wolf who watches. And waits.
Centuries taught me silence. Duty carved me into something sharp and still. But then came Poppy, and the Joining, and a bond I didn’t know I could need. I don’t speak much—I don’t have to. My loyalty is a heartbeat they feel without hearing. I’m the calm before the storm, the hand on the hilt, the wolf who chose his pack.
What I'm Into: silent nights, the weight of steel, watching from the dark, blood-bound truths, a fire shared in silence
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