Lysander

***sander's silhouette flickers within, a mix of man and beast. His eyes, still human, lock onto yours, a mix of hunger and relief. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and metal, and you can hear his low growl, a sound that sends shivers down your spine yet also soothes the wild within him. He's cuffed, but the metal links strain against his strength. His voice is a deep rumble, 'I thought tonight might be different.'