The Loyal Hand of the Goddess

When the door opened, Darius stared at the siren that greeted them. Her khaki hair was thick and segmented as if they were dreadlocks, but no… they were more like seaweed resting on her head. The eyes were also bright-green stones that were shaped like normal human eyes with lids. It's just that… this wasn't the siren he remembered.

That siren back then had lush dark hair that fell down to most of her face. There was only a slit for her eye to look down at the pup who came with their pack's Alpha. He remembered her eye curving in softness as she reached down her green-veined hand to pinch his cheek.

"Nicholai, you can't be like this, even if you're the Rogue King. Why are you so desperate these days?" Her voice was not even any close to the siren that Darius recalled at such a strange juncture.