ATLAS' POV
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Magnificent, magnificent and glowing. She is the definition of glorious in her wolf form, but-- but everyone saw her. Every single person in that square saw her. Her pure black pelt, and then...and then the fiery embers in her eyes, the ends of her pelt glowing, glowing with fire, glowing impossibly. Her claws, they were burning fire itself, sharp, deadly. How did she not notice? How did she not see her own paws? How could she not feel it.
My heart had stopped, literally stopped at the sight of her, at first it was because of awe, but the organ plummeted right down into my stomach when I noticed all the people, and they were staring at her as if she fell from the heavens.
"What is it?" Madeline snaps, slapping me out of my own thoughts. I blink at her, the image of her in
