Bonded To The Alpha God of War
His fingers always twitched when the royals passed, as though itching to seize something that could never be his.
Seryna, cloaked in her crow form, circled above him unseen. Her sharp eyes followed him, studied him, pierced into his very soul. And she knew.
He wanted power. The kind of power only royal blood could command.
She waited until the night was thick, until the shadows covered the forest floor like a dark veil. Then she descended. Feathers melted into scales, wings into a sinuous body that slithered across the earth.
A serpent now, she moved with silence and menace, her tongue flicking out with each hiss. She coiled before him, her scaled body gleaming under the moonlight.