What Lurks in His Eyes

Chapter 27: A Night to Remember

Song: Perfect by Ed Sheeran

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Daylight fades, and the sparks of the fire lick my skin and warms my body. The pack is gathered around several campfires scattered about the pack-lands, singing songs, drinking, and playing various instruments from the banjo to the guitar.

I look up shyly and gaze at Draven, who catches my gaze and smirks at me. The fire illuminates his face and creates distorted shadows that mar his features.

He's shirtless, just like all the male members are.

There had been special dancing the males performed for their mates not too long ago in hopes to swoon their females. I can still hear the deep sound of the rhythmic drums and can still feel the vibrations that rumbled my body. 

My heart flutters in my chest as I take in his handsome features.

His dark hair is unruly from the dances that he performed. His muscles are highlighted by the light of the fire, and his golden eyes are framed with thick lashes.

I notice he has a dark inky design that curls around his left bicep. It's a tattoo that's half human skull and half wolf head. At the base of the tattoo, intricate lines curl about and wrap around his arm.

There's also a strange black tattoo on his right hand of a black, three headed beast that I recognize as a creature from a Greek mythology book I had read from Draven's library.

I'll have to ask him about that later.

He catches me checking him out, and my face turns red. He smirks cheekily at me, and he even stands straighter. Confidence oozes off of him, and he gestures for me to go over to him with his head.

 I nervously oblique. 

When I reach him, he whispers, "Follow me."

We venture into the forest, where Draven smirks at me and begins to strip from his pants in front of me.

"Woah, uhm....I'm just going to go shift behind uh....that tree over there." I say quickly as I dash over to the nearest tree. I hear Draven's deep laughter from behind me, which causes me to smile.

He's such a dork.

I strip from my clothes. My long hair tickles my bare back before I let myself shift. My thick, soft grey fur sprouts through my skin, and my jaw snaps in place. Shifting is always a little uncomfortable for werewolves even after they've had their first painful shift.

But the dull pain is always worth it.

There's just something about the sense of freedom I feel when I run freely in my wolf form. It feels so natural, so right.

In my wolf form, though, I can't see as many colors and the colors I can see aren't as vibrant. I can see shades of pale yellows, white, grey, black, violet, dull purple, and light blue.

Wolves only have two photo receptors in their eyes, while humans have three.

However, though the colors I can see are reduced, my eyesight is still sharp. Everything is much more clear around me, and I can see in the dark. And my nose....I can smell anything.

Once fully shifted, I step out from behind the tree and reveal myself. Draven has already shifted, and he sits there under the moonlight with his head slightly cocked to the side.

His fur is even darker than the night that surrounds us, and I'm in awe. His dark eyes with no hint of white in them gives off a mysterious aura and adds to the amazing beauty and strength he beholds. He is a lot bigger than I, and I notice the prominent outline of muscle in his legs through his furry coat.