Chapter 14

• Azreal's POV:
• The sight of Raven convulsing against me, every delicate muscle quivering with the force of her awakening transcendence, was arguably more intoxicating than even the sweet ambrosia of the prized rut itself. My lunamatra's eldritch metamorphosis into the feral goddess she was always destined to become played out in rapturous real-time.
• And I drank in each agonizing nuance like a parched vagabond witnessing his first mirage spring forth from the unforgiving desert sands.