Tamara
“You lied to me.” My voice broke in my mouth, coming out as a whimper. I looked to the man who was my husband. His kindness and generosity of spirt, were all things I had fallen in love with. He was the most beautiful man I had even laid eyes on, and yet here he was, his true form. All I could see was the monster within. The man I knew never existed. It was all a clever rouse. One that left me heart broken and lost.
“No, Tamara, you have to believe me. My feeling for you were never a lie.” He stepped forward in his monstrous form. The leathery wings at his back brushing passed the lifeless corpse of my father as he stepped over.
His hands came to rest in front of him, clasped together as he pleaded his case further. His fingers had elongated and taken on the form of long sinewed
