The first thing that halted me was the scent. My wolf caught the scent. It was so powerful I had to lean my hand on the table for support.
Right before me was a young man so beautiful I thought I was only imagining him.
His skin was a complete white and not a single spot on him. I was hundred percent sure he was not Indian. We Indians could be very light skinned, but not like this. Not in his manner.
His eyes were sea blue like the river Ganges. His hair was of a strange color. Like the sun. His jawline was so perfect that goddess Shiva must have carved him herself and his lips were divine. He looked divine and I was so struck by his beauty. Never in my life had I encountered someone as beautiful as he talk less of it being a man.
And his attire was strange and unusual. It was not lik
