Lia

The twins had glowing eyes. Their normal colored eyes had turned a shade of yellow and not werewolf yellow. It was eerie, a strangeness about it.

To make things weirder, the two of them had strange marks up and down their arms and face. Squinting, I leaned close and tried to make sense of it but all I could tell was that they were runes. Their true meaning went unknown to me.

Then they started mumbling in a language not one of us had heard. It wasn't Drogon, the ancient language of ...