Scarlett (Second Edition)
Scarlett’s POV
The question made me stiffen, and I shook my head slowly, hoping it wouldn’t change things. “No wolf,” I said softly. “I hope that’s… not a problem.”
He tilted his head thoughtfully, but there was no judgment in his expression. “I did notice something odd, though,” he said, his eyes narrowing in concentration. “Your eyes—they shine neon green when you’re excited. But you don’t have a wolf?”
“They used to be brown. They changed… suddenly,” I replied, remembering the strange shift, one of many mysteries I’d learned to accept without question.