Her stare lingered on Luke.
"Who are you?" She whispered faintly.
Responding as if he heard her silent question, Luke turned to her and smirked.
"Take a deep breath," he said simply.
Marissa watched, stunned, as Luke started to change right before her eyes.
Four black wings sprang forth from behind him, dark feathers glimmering. His frame increased, massive, as flames shot forth from his chest, exuding majesty and power.
The Lone Star Wolf.
Marissa's eyes widened, and her mind barely grasped what was going on.
At a distance, Tanya Reed and Zoe Miller watched from the safety of their little camp.
"Poor girl," Tanya murmured as she shook her head.
"Luke's much too blunt," Zoe noted, nodding.
"Nothing to let the poor girls absorb," Tanya sympathized.
The two shared a knowing glance before turning back to observe the scene in silence.
"Hey, Uncle, it's me, Marissa."
