Glowing red eyes shone from the strips of ancient muslin that held the thing intact. It opened its jaws wide, revealing two-foot long fangs, and screeched loudly before advancing where Kimberley had been bound—only she wasn’t Kim anymore.
Her body had been broken. Torn apart by something wonderful and magical. Something he was not sure was even possible. But it was. Clearly, it was. Even now, her limbs were reknitting itself in the shape of something wondrous and beautiful.
He'd had his suspicions all along, but this was not how he’d expected to find out. His sweet mate tried standing, but she was unused to her new body. Before he could make it to her, she yelped, falling off the stone altar, and missing the sudden strike of Ureus’ huge fangs.
Thank fuck.
“Kim! Run!” roared Larimar.
With his next heartbeat, he traded skin for scales, pushing his mate’s new furry form out of the way as gently as he could.