The Mark of an Alpha

Chapter 22

Noah's frame loomed over mine as I stepped back with a gasp. He was still so close that I could smell the fragrance of his cologne beneath the potent stench of blood. I placed my shaking hand over my mouth to cover up the blood dripping down my chin.

Noah's delicious scent grew stronger as he took a step closer. I looked up at him through my lashes, prepared to open my mouth and explained what had come over me. However, the look in his eyes told me he was not focused on what had just occurred.

His eyebrows grew closer together as he stared at me in a state of uncertainty. His head tilted to the side as if he was starring at an allusion.

"Skylar, il colore dei tuoi occhi, your eyes." His features barley changed as he spoke to me.

My eyes? What had happened to my eyes? Noah's hand raised to grab my chin for a better inspection, but I bolted to the small mirror provided in the hospital washroom. In a haste to see why Noah seemed so bewildered I had forgotten to switch on the bathroom lights. I grabbed the corners of the small sink to halt my movements and looked up into the mirror.

I gasped.

"My eyes.." The words were barley a whisper as I starred in horror at the mirror. The grey-blue orbs I remembered so well were not the same shade as before. The colour was...intensified, shards of different shades blinked when I blinked. The grey stood out more than it use too, but not just one shade of grey. Dozens of different tones could be detected, much similar to a paint being splattered on a canvas, or a multicoloured mirror being shattered into millions of pieces. I had only seen such intensity of colour in Noah's eyes, but even his were different. Mine were much more bright, almost in a neon way. So electric it was all you could see in the dim washroom, only my eyes blinking back at me from the mirror, like a cat's would in the night.

In my state of horror, I had hardly heard Noah walk up to me. He placed his large hand on my arm, gently pulling me away from my reflection. I stumbled out the dark room, too terrified to do anything else.

I looked up at Noah, seeing his face much calmer than before, however his eyes were significantly darker, the colours dimming dramatically as he starred down at me. I couldn't help but wonder if mine would do the same.

"What's wrong with me, Noah?" I blinked quickly, refusing to let any tears surface. His structure did not change at the glimpse of my fear, or if it did he didn't let it show. He moved his gaze onto mine, taking a moment to respond.

"You have the eyes of a purebred." His voice was cold and clipped, as if he was mad by what he saw. Something flashed in his eyes,but I didn't contemplate on it for long before what had been said truly sunk in. I almost took a breath of relief, because what he had voiced I already knew. Yet at the same time a tremendous amount of fear draped over me, because if what Noah spoke was true, that meant my Uncle was right, and if he was correct about me being a purebred, did that mean he was truthful about everything else, too?

However, my thinking was interrupted by his hard voice. "How could you not tell me you were a wolf? Sapete quanto mi hai fatto male? And a purebred at that! I had to find out when you were in transformation, how could you keep something like this? Ti respingo più di tanto?" His eyes darkened dramatically, almost appearing black in his state of fury. His hands clenched, at the same time as his jaw, and with closer inspection I noticed a slight shake to his shoulders as well.

The presence of my wolf that had consistently been at the back of my mind suddenly disappeared without notice, and my heart pounded at the sight without the presence of it to guide me.

"Cercare! Answer me!" Noah's voice shook with fury, even his words deepened in his state, and somehow I knew his own wolf was being brought to the surface. I quickly adverted my eyes to anywhere that wasn't Noah, flinching back at his thunderous voice.