Chapter 9

VANESSA POV

I absently play with Rosy's hair. After crying and arguing for about twenty minutes, she had cuddled up against me and gone to sleep. We are both exhausted from trying to sleep in the cold cabin, so her tiredness doesn't surprise me. Plus, I am happy she is resting before whatever is about to happen happens. 

I peel my eyes off the wall and turn my head towards Gunnar. He is still positioned the same. Observing us from a chair in the corner. His room is so dark, it is hard to evaluate his expression thoroughly, but he looks intrigued. 

"Alpha, what does your other form look like," I ask politely. 

Just like with the vampires.....you gain more with honey than vinegar. 

He shifts in his seat as if he is uncomfortable before his deep voice fills the silent room. 

"Compare us to your movies. We look like the animals you refer to as Lycans. We do not look like wild wolves, as some humans may think. W