Threatened At The Game

Fur as black as midnight rippled across the massive form of the wolf, each shift of muscle beneath the sleek coat radiating power.

Fangs sharp as blades glinted beneath curled lips, their gleaming white a stark contrast to the darkness of his fur.

Yet, for all his terrifying intensity, Asher's wolf was stunningly magnificent, a creature that ought to be revered and feared

Even in that form, his eyes were still the same slitted gray, hauntingly and intimidating, pinning her in place with their unrelenting intensity.

Violet hadn't even realized she was clutching her seat so tightly until her knuckles turned white, her heart pounding in her chest as if trying to escape.

Asher let loose a thunderous roar. One that reverberated across the field, silencing everything and everyone, the entire world pausing to witness him.