A BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS LYKAN
I gasped, pressing my back flat against the cold stone of the pillar as I watched the transformation unfold before my very eyes.
Hati’s jaw elongated sharply, bone cracking with a sickening, heavy snap. His golden eyes ignited, glowing like two white hot coals in the shadow of his brow. Long, razor sharp obsidian claws burst from his knuckles, tearing cleanly through his heavy leather gauntlets. Thick, dark fur erupted along his jawline and down his neck, his frame expanding until he towered over the warrior like a creature ripped straight from a nightmare.
A terrifying, guttural roar burst from his chest a sound so primal it vibrated straight through my ribs, rattling the teeth in my head.