How to Catch a Mate
The sky was low and gray, clouds moving fast, the scent of rain and ozone thick.
And then the sound came.
It started as a hum. Then a vibration. Then a roar that shook the trees.
Wings.
The horizon split open in light—blue, blinding, and fierce.
For a heartbeat, nobody moved.
Then Tara whispered, “Holy shit.”
The shape grew larger, cutting through the clouds. I didn’t need to see the color to know. My chest tightened, my breath caught in my throat.
Krav.
He was flying low, too low. His wings stretched wide, the scales catching the sunlight. But the air around him shimmered wrong. The wind screamed. The trees bent.
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