Chapter 9

RIVER BROWN

Summer was beautiful. With waters as blue as the skies where the Goddess resided, with the air smelling like leaves and dried flowers and all things pure.

With the sun giving everyone hope that day had conquered night. Summer was my favorite season around the sun.

Winter was ugly. Winter was cold. Winter was frostbite and freezing to death.

Today, I liked winter.

Winter was like Neo Kincaid. Like his blue eyes, like his warm smile, like his lilting voice all rough but caressing like a warm blanket.

Two betas pass by me but I hide behind the concrete shivering like a leaf in a hurricane.

My mind replays Neo. How he shifted into his wolf, how snowy white his wolf was, powerful yet so beautiful I couldn’t take my eyes off him, tears pooled in my eyes when I saw him for the first time.

Beauty couldn’t compare to Neo. His wolf was striking and in his blue eyes I could see him.

I could see the man who offered to fight Xandar for me.

I cheered when Neo’s wolf almost killed X’s wo