🦋ALTHEA
My eyes widening to saucers as I watched, horror tempted by intrigue.
Bone snapped and reformed with sickening speed, muscle tearing and rebuilding in the space between breaths. If it hurt him—and it had to, the way his body convulsed, the way shadows burst from his skin like something clawing its way free—he didn't show it.
But that wasn't what stole my breath.
His wolf stood tall, the largest I had ever seen and its fur—
Oh it's fur… not dark fur. Not black or grey. Undulating, shifting shadows glided where hair should have been.
Living darkness that rippled and shifted with every movement, as if his form couldn't quite hold still, couldn't quite settle into something solid. His eyes burned silver behind the darkness, twin points of light in a silhouette that seemed to drink in the moonlight rather than reflect it.
The shadow wolf. The one that had taken me at the mist's edge.
Him.
