Bonded To The Alpha God of War
Her spine bent, compressed, then lengthened again, reshaping with cruel, deliberate precision.
A low, hollow groan escaped her neither fully human nor beast as the air around her warped and trembled, magic bending under the weight of her transformation.
In the space of a heartbeat, the woman was gone.
Where Seryna had stood, only a black crow remained, wings unfurling with a whisper of darkness, eyes gleaming with cunning and malice.
It turned its head slowly, unnervingly human intelligence gleaming in its dark eyes.
“If you change your minds,” she croaked, voice warped yet unmistakably hers, each word lingering, “you know where to find me.”