His Unlovable Mate
Dark brown hair, not golden like mine but blue-eyed.
The last time I shifted a few weeks ago, my wolf confirmed the golden-eyed wolf has still not left their realm, not attached to a baby. I knew that by the horrific roaring fires that struck upwards like a star exploding about five minutes into our exploration. The anger lashes in waves. Pulsing, shredding fury that will one day be thrust back inside a human body.
The golden-eyed wolf’s presence was a relief to Cass, especially as Robyn gave birth to another blue-eyed, copper-haired baby boy, Giovanni, meaning gift, a months ago.
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