Jafar’s POV
“We met under the full moon. She had just transformed, and I was hunting for dinner.” I started, my heart constricting with the grief that had aged in a matter of a few months, more than I have in the thousands of years I had lived.
The irony of it all still stings. Hunger had led me to her clearing, an unexpected encounter that would rewrite my entire existence. But fate, it seems, has a cruel sense of humor.
She was breathtaking under the moon's glow, her fur shimmering silver, eyes glowing with a primal energy that both terrified and enthralled me.
Our fight was brief, more of a ruffle, and intentional physical contact than a true battle. When I finally pinned her down, expecting the usual snarls and threats, I was met with wide, curious eyes and a hesitant question.
"Why are you hunting in our land?" she'd asked, her voice a melody that resonated deep within me.
I should have fled then, vanished into the night before the truth could complicate things. But something hel
