SHRANAIA’S POV
Ron was astounded by what he saw when he saw me. Even I couldn’t believe how lovely I looked and was in awe of myself. I’m not changing, but I must admit that I’m also beautiful. I’m not changing, but to be honest, I’m also mysterious. Who wouldn't love a Shranaia? I have everything, including being stunning, powerful, and fearless other than wolves. He smiled ruefully, as though no matter whom I confided in, I would never be matched.
“You are the definition of beauty,” he said.
I got a smile at what he said and turned around. “I couldn’t believe it either.”
I only nodded as he remarked, “Shranaia, Vixen should be proud of you.”
He reached out his hand to me, then assisted me in leaving the cabin. People were waiting for me as I came out, and I couldn’t imagine I would
