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I smirk, "more like my mates. Plural Jack. They're quite territorial you know?" He gasps, "two? Mates? That's just a legend!". I shake my head, "no legend." I move my neck from side to side and show him the marks. Jack's face pales and he swallows with a nod, "lets just get this done so I can go back to my pack." After shifting into our wolves, we start circling. Jack is a big black wolf with a white flash across his tail, and piercing blue eyes; not beautiful, but freaky. It doesn't go with his wolf or his nature.

“Welcome home, Blaire Marlowe.” I felt my eyes changing, as I turned to stare at the mirror beside me, my eyes had changed to a vivid emerald green. The bright green stood out against the silver and amber, highlighting my unique presence within the pack of brothers. It was as if the color represented my inner strength and wolf, and probably the new beginning, I was about to embrace.

My sight is becoming blurry but a pair of green eyes met my gaze. He was instantly in front of me in two mighty steps. I felt my body being lifted from the floor by massive hands. “Alpha Garrick?” I blinked at my mysterious savior. Those green eyes looked down at me and I can feel his warm breath on my cheeks. “Alpha Garrick?” His scent was familiar but his eyes were not my former mate’s forest green eyes. They were bluish green, as if the wildness of the ocean met the mystery of these woods.

Kayden asks Wynter. Wynter thinks for a moment, recalling the events from the past before responding. "Perhaps." "What did you see?" Kenji asks. "I'm not sure really. Basically it looked as though all Kazakh wolves have purple eyes. A colour unique to Kazakh wolves only. So I guess that means I must not be a Kazakh wolf, as my eyes are green." Wynter states, sitting back in her chair, seemingly defeated. "That's not true." I say. Immediately everyone's attention is on me.

Thus, even if he reached a weakened state, there would be no enemies to pose a threat. Jac's eyes began to glow with a strange light, a mix of brownish-yellow and eerie green. His hair also started to turn a ghostly green, while the fine hairs on his body shifted to a bear-like brownish-yellow, creating a bizarre sight.

I say trying to calm her. Elsa and I are more than friends. We are more like sisters, we both stand at a height of 5'9 with golden hair, the only difference is our eye color. Hers are a light brown shade while mine are a very deep shade of green. Most people think we are sisters but we are both just two orphans that met one faithful day, fell in love with one another and became inseparable ever since. My mind is brought back with a mocking laugh behind us, I turn around and find Samuel.

I loved it. And his eyes were also the one thing I loved about him. It was how you could instantly tell the Triplets apart. Jace had green eyes, Jackson had blue eyes and Jaxon had grey with flecks of gold in them. It seemed that Jace also had the same flecks of gold in them. I shrugged. “I wanna keep memories of today,” I said. I turned to look at Jace. I pointed the camera at him and took a quick candid picture. “Hey,” he said, chuckling.

We have actually become friends, I know enemies to friends, very cliche. The next week Jackie shifts into her dragon, and with no surprise it’s 2 shades of pink with blue outlines. Her dragon’s name is Camelle and she’s as bubbly as my own dragon. Jackie’s eye color has changed slightly to a pink and blue bi-color and her hair is now a blondish pink with light blue streaks in it.

“Yes, but we’ve drugged him enough to keep him out for a while.” “How was he?” “Disoriented, as expected.” “Could he remember anything?” “No.” I wasn’t surprised. It was worth a shot. “What color were his eyes?” Naineeve blinked, as if confused. “I beg your pardon?” “What did his eyes look like?” She paused, brow furrowed. “Like, blood shot, you mean?” “Nevermind.” Deidre had been telling the truth. Naineeve would have noticed if Jack’s eyes had turned gold versus their normal dark brown color. That would be impossible to miss, and likely impossible to feign confusion about, too.

His grip around her body tightened and he pulled her more into his figure. When they broke the hug, Jack looked into Jenny’s eyes and suddenly smelled the musky scent of the jungle from her body. He sniffed her again and confirmed that she was the source of that scent. He was getting drowned in the scent. Jenny was feeling weird. Before she could ask anything, Jack’s eyes turned yellow and started glowing and the only word he said was, “Mate” Jenny gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. She had watched many of the movies and dramas. Jack’s stares were like some of them. She kept looking at him, and soon his eyes turned back. But the gentleness in his eyes was replaced by desire.