Elizabeth Afton Fanart Novels & Stories

Everything clean and organized. Then she noticed the art on the wall. A framed piece hanging above the side table. It looked old. Almost medieval in style. The colors were rich but faded like it had been painted centuries ago. Elena stood and walked closer. It was a wolf. But stylized. Powerful. Surrounded by symbols she didn’t recognize. And in the center was a girl. Young. Beautiful. Dressed in white. The wolf stood behind her like a guardian or maybe a predator. The whole thing felt both beautiful and unsettling.

I'll also be uploading pictures/stickers so you have an idea what Waylen's pack mark looks like on Elizabeth's neck. Again, thank you for reading!

"Didn't mean to crowd you." She shook her head. "It's fine." But her heart was racing. Not from attraction. From something else. Something she couldn't name. --- They worked in silence for a while. The afternoon light shifted, turned gold. Dust motes danced in the sunbeams. Marcus set a large canvas on an easel, stepped back to study it. "This one should be the centerpiece," he said. Elena looked at the painting. It was the woman at the edge of the sea, the one she had started years ago, the one she had finished after the date test. The woman's face was turned toward the horizon. Her shoulders were relaxed. Her hands were open.