Chapter 35
Colton comes at me, lifting his claws in the air for a final blow and as the sun glints on the red stained mess of his sharp talons, I look at his face one last time. His human form, the face of the boy who devastates my soul with just a look and even now, it melts all my defenses away. I've missed this face, even if his mind is not behind it.
That tanned perfection of a handsome male, the straight dark s***h of eyebrows over unfamiliar soulless eyes. His squared jawline, his subtle etch of dimples, even though he's not smiling but scowling instead. Even like this, about to deliver a last blow, I can't hate him. My heart belongs to him and fills with the fresh ache of finally seeing him as his own face once again after so many days, and I start to softly cry. Resigned to a goo
