Dark Roses
(Bpov)
I had been in my shifter form for weeks, searching for a mate.
I had been looking in the African grasses hoping a shifter would be hunting here or looking for a mate.
My pride had been killed by a disease and only I had recovered.
Those were the darkest days of my life.
The smell of river water told me I could parch my thirst. Taking big sips, I wondered were I would head next. Maybe I would head down to the south of Africa- A familiar smell hit my nose.
Another lion?
I looked around and saw a pair of beautiful green eyes.