Liona's POV
He stood up. That was the first thing that registered after he pulled his hand back from my face.
His eyes were still gold. Burning. Unreadable
He simply stood, unfolding himself from the crouch with the easy unhurried movement of someone who had all the time available to them that existed and had decided to use a small portion of it here.
He turned his back on me.
And that was when I saw the sword.
I had seen it before. Back at the Crescent Moon Pack, during the attack. But seeing it strapped to his back was different.
The sheer size of it, the blade alone was longer than I was tall, wide enough that it looked like something that should require two people minimum to lift, sitting in the sheath across his back like it belonged there. Like it had always been there. Like he and the sword had come to an arrangement a very long time ago and neither of them felt the need to explain it to anyone.
