The moons gift
I took my time to take a better look at him, as he was watching at us, his eyes taking in every and each one of us, estimating each one as a possible threat, as he finally stood in the middle of the other two.
I noticed when he was closer how taller than the others he was, with dark grey hair that reached a little past his shoulders, hard facial features, as scars from his battles could be seen all over his chest. His eyes were different, a color I never have seen, not on another shifter that is. They were like the eyes of a tiger, with a straight nose and a strong chin.
A growl sounded as it came out from his chest, making us all feel his power, and his strength.
Bab Populer