9. SERAFINA

SERAFINA

On the top of the weirdest yet dangerous things I have ever set my eyes on, Zahir’s Lycan form standing in all its ferocious and dangerously menacing appeal at the entrance of the hall sat there in it’s number one spot. His form was unsightly and feral, its mere stance stained my skin with goosebumps and ignited my nerves with fear, it was like none I’ve ever seen before.

“So Steven was right? Someone else has the effrontery to lay hands on my own personal property— a property reserved for the King?” The raucousness of his voice reverberated even deep in my bones.

His teeth were bared to heighten his maliciousness and his eyes glowed a dangerous shade of red. And for the past moments, I had been the focus of those ruthlessly illuminated eyes but now, they had found a new target.

The perverted man has been on his knees during the entirety of Zahir’s presence in the room; a man whose face had been creased with a smirk all these while, now had eyes that glinted with