Meanwhile, in the territory of the Goldeagle Clan.
The moment Evangeline landed, she smelled the stench of blood in the air.
Her brow furrowed. If she hadn't already passed the morning sickness stage of her pregnancy, the smell alone would have been enough to make her retch.
The color drained from Julian's face, leaving it ashen. He stared at his familiar tribe, his Adam's apple bobbing violently. The next instant, he had transformed into a colossal Goldeagle, his gilded feathers shimmering brilliantly, like a dazzling sun.
The Goldeagle suddenly turned his head to look at Evangeline, his sharp, golden eyes roiling with unconcealable anxiety.
He lowered his beastly form slightly, spreading one of his Feather Wings into a ramp. Every sharp feather was held down flat, an invitation for Evangeline to sit on his back.
