Chapter Sixteen

Jasper moved on instinct against the threat to his mate. There was only one possible thing he could do.

Kill whoever the fuck thought it was a good idea to attack when she was there.

He felt his Wyvern push against his skin and readily gave in to his half-Shift—a phenomenon that only he among his brothers had mastered thus far.

Among Shifters, it was a feat to be able to maintain a half-Shift. Being able to control his beast to draw on his strength without allowing the dominant creature to take over was a lot more difficult than it looked.

Protective scales rippled across his chest and arms, forehead, and cheeks. The size of his already massive body increased by half. His hands had changed, too. Fingertips turned into claws, and his wings semi-formed from his arms. The tough membranes could be used as shields or instruments of flight where or when necessary.