Maybe he just wanted to distract her. He didn’t really need to know what she was thinking, but he couldn’t deny that he liked it when he heard her response:
“I wasn’t thinking about anything, I just… like your wolf’s eyes.” A slight blush colored her cheeks. “They’re beautiful.”
“Those aren’t his eyes,” he noted, ignoring how his wolf seemed pleased with the compliment. “This color is a combination of my eye color and his.”
Yes, because his wolf’s eyes were completely yellow. But he wouldn’t tell Amelia that, after all, yellow eyes were the trademark of the rebel alpha wolf, and he didn’t want her to get all tense if she started suspecting who he was.
Not that he wouldn’t tell her who he was. He would. But he could enjoy her closeness while it wasn’t time to tell the truth.
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