ZINA
"Let's make your last day as Theta worthwhile."
Before Zina could process Daemon's words, he was already shifting into his full form Direwolf, and the sight was a glorious sight for ordinary eyes such as hers to behold. And together with the crowd, she gasped at the sheer beauty of him.
She had only been opportune to see Daemon's wolf once and that had been on the day he had rescued her. She hadn't had the opportunity to enjoy the sight as the haze of her confusion as to her death and resurrection clouded her mind. But looking at Daemon now, all Zina wanted to do was to keep looking at his wolf till the world came to an end.
She was sure she would be content with her life just staring at the dark wolf.
The pure majesticness of it….
The raw power it easily exuded….
It's eyes that held the power to compel any to do its bidding….