Seraphina's POV
Humans and shifters were always so entertaining. Like watching puppies try to understand quantum physics.
I stared at the angel-descendant before me, thoroughly enjoying the fear in his eyes. Orion. Such a pretentious name for such a twitchy little thing. He'd been a rather handsome toad though - all warty and green with those same judgmental eyes.
"Has anyone ever told you that you look constipated when you're trying to look intimidating?" I asked him, twirling one of my colorful hair strands around my finger.
Orion's jaw tightened. "I am not afraid of you."
"Liar, liar, feathers on fire." I grinned, letting a tiny spark dance between my fingertips. "You nearly wet yourself when I mentioned turning you into a cockroach next time."
He took a step back, confirming my suspicions. So predictable.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, glancing at the screen. A text from the big bad Lycan himself.
WHERE IS SHE?
No hello. No please. Typical.
