Cottonmouth

Tensions are high as we quarrel over territory, reforming our fractured clans. I will have none of it. I did not capture a bride. But then my world goes dark—and she appears. A female so lovely she possesses my mind, a bride who blushes every time she catches my eye. She is sweet. She is young. She is everything I am not. Except nothing is as it seems. I'm no longer in the forest; I'm in a cage. I'm on a ship, far from my nest, wrapped in chains. And the female? She is my enemy. Only… I'm the devious naga who does not care.