Draco emerged out of the crypt into the castle, as he marched down the corridors, his fiery orbs scrutinized the area intently, his broad, muscular chest heaving heavily like a feral predator proceeding to attack.
His nose flared with smoke practically billowing out of them. His searing got body was swathed in unmatched rage and longing. Rage, because his father had kept him imprisoned for who knew how long and he yearned with an uncontrollable hunger to have her by his side again, to reunite with his mate.
The melancholic air breathing laboriously around him was heavily perceptible, spreading darkness into the vicinity and seeping shadows into the bright clouds for darkness to loom over the lands.
His jaws ticked in unsettlement and his fists clenched with a bloodthirsty hunger as he was unable to sense the slightest whiff of Rama's essence anywhere near the area, making him realize she was nowhere near the castle.
