Chapter 18

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The world seemed different when my eyes opened. It was clearer and brighter. I now saw things normal human eyes missed. I looked around carlisle's room and noticed the smallest details. Like dust floating around the room or the uneven paint layers on the old painting that hung in his room.

My eyes scanned the the room at rapid speed before they stopped on the sight of carlisle. He gave me his kind smile.

"carlisle" I smiled and in seconds my arms was around him and his back hit the wall due to the new found strength. He let out a grown but covered it with a chuckle. His hands fell to my waist and gently pulled me away from his chest.

"your a lot stronger than me right now" he smiled. Our eyes met and his head tilted to the side. His hand cupped my cheek. "what's wrong?" I asked.

"your eyes" he smiled and grabbed my hand leading me into the small bathroom that was connected to his room. He pulled me in front of the mirror.

I looked the same. My hair was still its original wavy brown color with its faded punk rock red. I still looked out of place next to him. He had his movie star looks and never dress too casual. I on the other hand was the opposite. My hair wasn't always perfect and my wardrobe was mostly black and dark colors. It was mostly horror and marvel movie t-shirts with flannels and hoodies. The only difference is that my eyes weren't brown anymore and they definitely didn't look like carlisle's. My eyes  were two different colors now. One eye was blood red and the other was the beautiful gold the rest of the family had.

His arms wrapped around me and pulled my back to his chest. "your so beautiful" he whispered cuddling his face into my neck leaving kisses.

I turned around in his arms and smiled. "where's Dean?"

"he's fine. He's with Emily and Sam." my stomach clinched. "d-do they know?" he quickly shook his head no.

"how do you feel?" he asked. I shrugged "I feel the same. A little stronger" is eyes traveled down my body and his hands found mine. "your still the same temperature" he said. His cold touch didn't seem to be that obvious anymore but I was still the over heated temperature every wolf seemed to have.

"probably because you can still phase" he said. I nodded. "I hope so"

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