Ethan's POV
Floating imperiously above the blood film, the vague shadow within the cloud extended a hand downward. In response, the man crossed his arms in front of his chest without a word.
His regal black shirt was torn to shreds as his muscles bulged and radiated power. Gray, thick claws extended menacingly from his hands and a silvery grey wolf tattoo materialized across his back.
The tattoo bore a calm expression with a half-moon mark on its forehead but its blood-red eyes sent a chill through my nonexistent spine. Those terrifying eyes moved as if alive and suddenly turned to meet my ethereal gaze.
I was frozen under their scrutiny and I felt an overwhelming sense of insignificance for the first time in my both of my lives. Yet, after a moment, the tattoo looked away exuding an air of indifference and disinterest as though I was beneath its notice.
