WARNING! -DARK ROMANCE- A shifter will only have mate from their kind, but what happens if you are the last creature of your kind? Lycan. He is the last of his kind and is the most terrifying type of shifter. But, as scary as he was, he was alone. However, in order to survive, you don’t have to be the strongest, just deadliest. *** He looked at her like he had never seen anyone before. The sight of her calmed the rush in his ears, the beat of his heart and finally he was able to focus again… “She is no longer your responsibility. She is mine to deal with now,” the lycan said.
Zuri was no longer emaciated, she had gained some weight and stopped her habit of throwing up her food after she ate, which was a great progress to get her back on her healthy state, but her healing ability was the one that concerned Khaos.
The peak of being a shifter was; you could heal faster than any average human. Allowed you to fight in a long period of time, since a mere wound would heal almost immediately.
This must be the side affect of the curses. After all, Zuri had been inflicted by ninety nine black magic, it was a miracle to see her still standing and have a presence mind. It was an achievement.
"I like winter too," Khaos replied to her statement.
"Really?" Zuri lifted her head slightly, she looked at him with her black eyes. "Since when?"
"Since a minute ago."
Zuri laughed when she heard that. She was happier right now. "You copied me."
"I like what you like."