Luna let out a deep, heavy sigh of disbelief. A victorious, almost greedy smiled curled on her lips. A predator that had just been handed her favorite snack.
Butch had long since degraded into profanity laden gibberish. Even that died off when the woman in front of him stepped out of the shadows. Her clothing was fit for a bondage dungeon. Black leather micro skirt, black lace corset, with black f**k me boots to match. Her black lipstick matched her dark clothing and stood in stark contrast to her white, milky complexion.
Alex doubted that they were looking at her clothes. If they were smart, then they'd caught on to the fact that her well-manicured nails had shifted into claws. Or that her eyes were as black as a bottomless pit. Leathery wings were folded behind her back. A pointed tail
