Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Beast
A thick, oppressive fog began to roll in, smelling of ozone and old blood.
I am the First Fang. I am the shadow that the moon fears. And you, little broken thing... you are mine.
Suddenly, my vision flipped. I wasn't looking at the trees anymore. I was looking at a sea of fire. My bones began to snap and reform, but this wasn't a normal shift. It was agonizing. It was divine.
My eyes snapped open. They weren't amber or blue. They were a terrifying, pulsing violet.
I stood up, but I didn't feel weak. I felt... heavy. As if my very presence was thinning the air. A low growl vibrated in my chest, a sound so primal it made the trees themselves seem to shiver.