Eclipsa Nightshade stood frozen in the middle of the shattered forest, her newly human—yet gloriously voluptuous—body trembling with a mixture of shock, awe, and overwhelming ecstasy.
Her slit-purple eyes were wide as saucers as she slowly turned her head, long black hair cascading like liquid midnight behind her. The purple oval-shaped gem on her forehead pulsing in time with her racing heartbeat.
She lifted trembling fingers to her face. First, her lips—soft, full, a deep crimson that begged to be kissed. Then her nose, high and elegant, unmistakably hers.
Her eyes—those slit-purple irises framed by thick, dark lashes that fluttered involuntarily.
She traced upward again, feeling the wolf-like tips of her ears that twitched at every breeze, and the four enormous, segmented black horns that curved back from her head like a crown of dark obsidian.
The central purple gem on her forehead shimmered, throwing tiny starbursts of light across her dark bronze skin.
