(Amaia)
I tightly grip my weapon as my eyes waver towards Alnitak. Reaching back he pulls off his shirt and says with determination, "Let's show them how it's done."
His eyes flash bluish-purple bloating out the gold. His body jerks, and the long black hair tears out of every pore in his skin.
Mesmerised, I watch my mate transform as his jaw unhinges and elongates into a pitch-black muzzle. His teeth sharpen into fangs, hands into claws as they softly land on the ground.
The black fur completely covers his body, glistening under the moonlight like tiny pearls have been embedded into it.
Standing at about seven feet high, Zevran is huge, the largest werewolf I have ever seen and I have seen many Alphas.
His magnificent head turns towards the moon and he lets out a shrill howl. Dumbstruck, I just watch him while his head finally turns in my direction. Electric violet shaded large eyes take me in. A vulnerability tinged with passion they hold.
