Elyssa Raine
I shift uncomfortably on the chair, still feeling his eyes on me. Silence had long settled between us in the dark and I wondered what the Alpha was doing now — apart from staring at me like some kind of lab rat. My mind is a mess right now but only one phrase kept hovering was...
You can never tell.
As vague as the word might sound, it was the nearest most comforting thing I've heard in many years. No one had ever given me hope about my wolf or let me have a second thoughts about it. It's an irony that it's coming from the same person that caused me pain in a short span of time.
The irony tastes bitter .
If the light was on and I could see his eyes — those cold grey eyes...would there be sympathy in them?
I hope not. I don't want anyone ever looking at me like that . I don't want to look weak or vulnerable in front of someone that isn't myself....I can't take that.
