But she quickly waves off, like one picking the wrong lines... "Agnes spoke gravid portents of challenges yet to overcome ere my metamorphosis reaches its apex."
Pausing to allow the hallowed silence of this timeless grove to ebb around them like a living force, Brenda regarded him with the unvarnished hope.
Malcolm found himself entranced by the otherworldly light that seemed to emanate from within her. Something deep inside him twisted at the sight - she was so different now, yet more captivating than ever to his battle-worn soul.
He bowed his head, a gesture of respect tinged with wonder. "You carry yourself with preternatural poise, milady," the alpha rumbled in tones husky with solemn respect. "Though I perceive your righteous trepidation at what profane metamorphoses yet await, kn
