A world not your own

If it was just a beast, then there was no reason to hesitate. But if it wasn't... if it was fae...
The bowstring cut into my fingers. The arrowhead glinted, poised to end whatever quiet understanding passed between us.
But I couldn't.
Slowly, I exhaled. My grip loosened. The bowstring slackened. The arrow dipped.
The wolf's ears flicked. For a long moment, neither of us moved. Then, as if deciding that I was no threat, it turned. Its massive paws crunched in the snow, effortless and silent, and it strode away into the trees, disappearing between the dark trunks.

Aelin ends up in Prythian after forging the lock. Stuck in a new world where a tyrant is ruling as Queen she finds herself roped into a courts efforts to save their High Lord and the rest of Prythian. All Aelin knows is she'll skin the being responsible for her ending up in another war torn world.

A what if where Feyre didn't kill the wolf.

ACOTAR X TOG
potential CC ft