Bonded To The Alpha God of War
“Please… shape-shift to Anana.”
The snake’s forked tongue flickered in the air, and its mouth curved in an evil, knowing smile.
“With pleasure.”
It slid to the ground, its body twisting and contorting, scales giving way to skin, the fluid motion sickening and mesmerizing at once. Bones realigned, muscle reshaped, until before Aliyah stood “Anana”. The only giveaway was the absence of her real warmth, this figure wore her face but nothing of her spirit.
They locked eyes and then, without warning, the fight began.