It was quite possibly one of the most gruesome and horrifying things I had seen in my life, as the chaos spun around me in a blur, warriors fought and died, blood was spattering against the walls like a thick paint, the whole room was filled with screaming. The moment I had been waiting for so long was finally here, I was finally going to die and crumble to the ground, breathe my last breath, and let my lungs be cut from my chest. I looked up from the ground, from the dying body of my last blood relative, to see yellow eyes filled with a venomous hatred that burned deep.
He growled, his gums drawing back to show yellow fangs, and pounced on top of me, snapping ferociously at my face before I looked up at him, directly in the eyes as he reared back his head for the final blow when he jolted backwards slightly, his cunningly yellow eyes turning a dark brown before curls of smoke surrounded the wolf, and a naked man laid atop of me. The hatred and venom was replaced, a new emotion that I had only seen once before flashed through them as he uttered one four letter word, one syllable, that changed my entire world.
Book One of the NightCliff Series