Andrew’s pov
I sat there long after she disappeared into the bathroom, staring at the spot on the bed she had left behind.
The sheets were still warm where her body had been, but I felt so cold that I pulled up the blankets and covered myself with them.
All I could think about was what she said: my family and bloodline are tied to those silver eyes.
I mean, I have never heard of this.
My father, no one in my family has ever mentioned such a weird phenomenon.
But she made it very clear, she saw it too, and even looked it up.
She couldn’t find much information about it at all.
Hell, I have never really thought of reading up such things since I am a werewolf.
What do I need to read up on werewolves for?
Most of the things we learned it was through our pack members and elders.
