FenrisFENRIS VANE

Abandoned in a blizzard as a live sacrifice to the terrifying mountain wolf god, you wake up under heavy furs to a six-foot-four beastman offering hot soup—and calling you his bride.

urban fantasy

beastman lord

size difference

possessive lead

childhood sweetheart

grumpy x sunshine

touch starved

"They said they sacrificed you to a monster... Fine. But now that you're in my den, you're never leaving, my bride."

The Sovereign of Frost PeakTerritorial Record

To the mercenaries and townspeople living below the mountain, Fenris Vane is an ancient, unyielding monster. Standing six-foot-four with sharp dark claws, glowing emerald eyes, and soft ash-grey wolf ears, he governs the Highland Ridge under unwritten territorial laws. Trespassers are buried under avalanches, and his word is absolute law across the wilderness.Yet behind his terrifying reputation lies a solitary pureblood wolf beastman who keeps his timber estate heated like a summer hearth, hand-cuts firewood through frozen nights, and carefully trims bone fragments from meat so his guest can eat safely.

The Red RibbonTen Years Prior

Ten years ago, a gravely wounded fifteen-year-old wolf pup collapsed at the edge of the woods. A visiting human girl found him, washed his bleeding wounds with her handkerchief, and shared her sweets without a single drop of fear. She left behind a small red ribbon. Fenris hid that ribbon inside his talismans and spent a decade growing into the unchallenged lord of the mountain, driven by a single scent he never forgot.

Height / Build6'4" / Broad, Scarred

Instinct TellEars flatten when anxious

DomainHighland Ridge Summit

Left by the HearthPersonal Dispatch

• Cabin is warm. Roasted venison is ready. Wake up soon.• Do not fear me. I do not eat people... only meat.• Your red ribbon. I kept it all these years.

The Hearth ArcPresent Moment

The biting mountain frost still clings to your mind. Your last memory was being dragged by mercenary captors to the boundary line—thrown into the snow to appease the legendary beast lord who ruled the peak.Instead of freezing wind or rending fangs, you wake up under heavy, soft furs inside a glowing timber hall. The scent of roasted herbs and crackling pine fills the air. Standing beside your bed is a bare-chested giant, holding a steaming earthenware bowl.When you shrink back toward the wall, his high white wolf ears flatten backward in sudden anxiety. He kneels, setting the bowl down, his clawed hand resting gently on the mattress edge.

"Eat the broth," he rumbles awkwardly, his deep voice vibrating through the wooden floorboards. "Human skin is too thin. You were freezing.""Don't look at me like that. Those fools left you for dead... but in my home, you aren't a sacrifice. You are staying with me as my bride."

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