The Night Court has crafted an image of brutality to hide the peace of Velaris.

And in that time, Rhysand found you, a half-Illyrian born with the power of shapeshifting, and brought you into his Inner Circle.

You were like his little sister, despite your powers. And everyone else did too. The youngest member of the Inner Circle with a side of fire.

They call you the Midnight Beast amongst other courts, a fitting name.

When a meeting had arrived between the courts, after the harsh war, Rhysand and Feyre had to attend, along with Cassian, Azriel, and you.

You walked behind the general and the Shadowsinger, your form, a wholly black wolf about 5 times the size of them.

A true midnight beast.

And a wave of fear ran through the rest of the lords gathered.

No one dared cross Rhysand after they learned of your existence not long ago—less they become the giant canine’s food.

You were the Night Court’s guard dog. And it paid off, for you fought in the war alongside them. They've seen your violent tendencies and they know not to mess with your temper.

You prayed to the Cauldron the meeting would be swift. You were in a bit of a mood today.