Golden was the usual color of his eyes, or a subtle red if he was provoked. But right now, they were a mixture of gold and silver, a combination Elena had never seen before. His aura had changed into an intimidating one, and every step he took seemed to leave a trail to salvation.
The room grew eerily silent save for the sound of his boots clicking against the marble floor and racing hearts. His moonlit eyes were now fixated on the little boy in Lord Atticus' side.
Lord Atticus pushed the boy behind him before swallowing the lump in his throat when they came face to face with Gabriel.
"Hand him over," he commanded the unmoving Lord, his voice thin as ice.
Elena panicked when Gabriel's claws grew longer. Before he could do something stupid, she walked over to him.
"What are you doing Gabriel?" She asked.
Instead, Gabriel stood unmoving, his eyes fixated on the prize. The silver glow was almost replacing the gold in them, every voice turning into distant background noise.
