Shifters had an uncanny ability to recognize threats, and right now, they didn't want this unmated bird anywhere near their mate.
The male had long, dark hair that flowed down his shoulders — an attribute Griffin was exactly jealous of. It framed his sculpted face, his jawline so sharp it could cut.
He was built too, every line defined with predatory grace. The antlers that curled proudly from his head didn't diminish his looks one bit; if anything, they made him appear even darker, more mysterious, the kind of dangerous that drew your gaze before you could stop yourself.
Then there were the wings. Feathers as dark as midnight stretching wide behind him, layered thick and sharp, like obsidian blades meant to both mesmerize and maim.
They looked impossibly strong, capable of wrapping around someone and shutting out the world entirely. And the way they framed his muscled form made him look less like a creature and more like a fallen god sculpted in the likeness of sin itself.
