3rd Person POV
The infernal siren hauled the unconscious body of the werewolf girl up to the shore of the cavernous bay on the ocean outskirts of Alfheimr. His breath was coming out in desperate gasps, the extra weight he was hauling slowing him down now that he was on dry land. He wasn’t struck by the prince’s magic, but the power behind the blast had seared his gills, making it hard to breathe under the water. He pants, trying to suck in much needed fresh air now that he was on the land of Alfheimr once again.
Slowly, his dim, inky scales fade away, absorbing them back into his body as his legs appear in place of his fins and tail. His fangs, like little needles in his mouth, thicken to a more human form as he takes this human shape.
Movement in the shadows caught his eye. Sinister
