Edio Yenye Shavu

A hush fell over the garden as if the wind itself had paused to witness what would happen next. The bull approached, its hooves barely disturbing the earth, its muscles rippling under a flawless hide. Europa took an instinctive step back, but the creature did not charge, did not roar. Instead, …

A hush fell over the garden as if the wind itself had paused to witness what would happen next. The bull approached, its hooves barely disturbing the earth, its muscles rippling under a flawless hide. Europa took an instinctive step back, but the creature did not charge, did not roar. Instead, it lowered its massive head slightly, as though bowing to her. Her breath caught in her throat. There was something magnetic about it—something dangerous, yet utterly irr esistible.