Peyton's Point of View
As the Moon Goddess was my witness, I swear I had never known a wolf's true beauty until that very moment.
I had opened my eyes, slowly relishing the anticipation of seeing Amelia's wolf for the very first time. But as soon as I saw the color of her, my eyes automatically widened to the size of dinner plates. My face must have looked very similar to a cartoon character.
Nevaeh was a stunning color of ivory. Her fur reminded me of the soft petals of an orchid, or antique lace on a satin wedding dress. Basically any beautiful and precious thing you could imagine; pearls, white roses, snowflakes on a winter's evening, Vae was much more exquisite. I thought about running my hand through her fur, but instead it hung limply at my side refusing to move. Her stunnin
