Breath Without Me
All he sees is the golden color of my eyes, and he gets lost in them and the way they're looking at him.
He finally feels it… that something strange, stirring inside of him, something not his wolf, but deeper, bigger, and more magical. It's not just wrapped around his heart; it's woven with the very fabric of his soul, and it's reaching out to the person who holds the golden eyes staring at him in a way no one ever has. Jason's fingers tremble as he reaches for my eyes, as if he wants to touch them. My body moves toward his touch, my upper half bending over his bed. Just before his fingers can touch the skin beside my eyes, my wolf's golden eyes flicker back to the ice-blue color of mine.