Direbound

They can’t drive out the darkness of this neighborhood, anyway; this quarter has darkness set deep into its bones. They ride the wolves into battle and, rumor has it, the riders can even tap into the magic that the direwolves wield. King Cyril sits with deceptive nonchalance on his ornate throne, that infamous wolf-pommeled sword at his hip. And when the Sturmfrost royal finally makes her appearance, she’s weak and in love with the person whose family stole her birthright!” What… the fuck?