Her time was running out. She knew that more than anyone.
She was to turn twenty-five very soon.
She had backed away from him, putting a long distance between them, and watched the transformation unfold before her.
Aragon grew taller than he already was, and hair grew out of every part of his skin. His growth was unbelievable, becoming almost twice his normal size. The claws of his hands and legs claws grew even longer, the tip curved and extremely sharp, and so did his canines.
Standing in front of her with a deafening strong air that reeked of not just royalty and domination, he seemed to have filled his room with the dark presence of something so grave.
