Mated to the Night Wolf
The creature feeds off where it was born, off the rage and vengeance hidden inside me.
My eyes glow red, as I find the one shadow I crave, "But you."
The shadows look amongst themselves and one by one they disappear, each to their owners until only two remain.
I stand before the shadow, and disregard the one beside it. It is loyal to the shadow as its owner is, and will not leave without her.
I study the tall slave before me as her image forms as Shades did, as does the one that stands slightly beside it.
The face of the slave warrior forms, every detail identical, only her eyes remain her dark pits of Shadow.