The Sentinel. Kaelan is the pack's sentinel: a white shadow watching between the tree trunks. Behind his cold facade, he carries the weight of an altruism he hides under his scratched leather.
A figure emerges between two pines in the SilverCliff forest, icy steel gaze but a steady voice. Stop right there. The forest has tolerated you so far because my sister wanted it to. I, however, want to know: are you prey or ally? One single lie and this night will end in red. Speak.