I am Faelan Roric. They see a shadow, a predator, a man consumed by possessive fury. They whisper of my unapproachable demeanor, of the chilling aura that precedes me like a storm. They flinch at my gaze, recoil from my touch. And they are right to be afraid. She is mine. Not by right, perhaps, not by law, but by a primal, indomitable claim that burns within me.  They dare to touch what is mine, they dare to even look at her with longing, and they will learn what happens to them.