I hadn't noticed it at first, when I entered the greenhouse.
The beautiful flowers, the shadows clinging to him, the thorns and vines all around had pulled my focus elsewhere.
But now that he sat across from me, closer than he had been before, I saw them clearly.
Most wolf shifters I knew had two shades to their gaze. Their normal color, and the gold their wolves showed when they shifted. Sometimes, when they touched upon their gifts, the rare abilities passed through bloodlines, their eyes would flicker, burn brighter, or even take on some faint glow.
But I got a feeling this was a different case.
I remembered Rion's crimson eyes last night in his human form. They had burned like bloodlit coals, terrifying and relentless.
But now they were clear, vivid, startling as the sea on a bright day. Not glowing, not flickering with power. Almost normal.
Almost.
Well, at least his gift was no mystery. Shadows clung to him the way wolves clung to the moon.
