Mated to the Night Wolf
Her eyes narrowed on a drawing, bringing the book closer to her face, a faltering yet confused grin on her face for a fleeting moment.
"There are- " she paused, shaking her head for a moment, bringing the book up for another examination as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"In this picture," she began, her eyes trailing to mine slowly, a single finger against the image, "I-it almost looks like-like there are actual tears in his eyes."
I snatched the book from her as if it was a need, my heart pounding harshly within me as I stared at the picture. I had never noticed this before.