The momentary shock of fear was instantly annihilated by a fresh wave of pure rage.
Su Qinglan uncurled instantly, pushing herself up from the rough rock face. She ignored the throbbing in her shoulder and the scrapes on her palms. Her eyes, though still struggling to focus, bore a murderous intent toward the massive, dark shape of the beastman towering over her.
But before she could spit out her next threat, the giant owl began to transform. In a blink, the towering feathers, massive wings, and sharp talons were gone, replaced by the imposing frame of a man.
He was tall and had a sneer on his face. He had sharp, hawkish features, and his eyes held a cold, unwavering killing intent directed solely at her.
Su Qinglan's mind raced. Who the hell was he? She didn't recognize him. She searched the original owner's scattered memories, but there was nothing about him. Why did this complete stranger want her dead?
