Olivia's POV
“There is nothing so special about them,” my wolf sneered, but I knew she was wrong. There was something they all had, something I didn’t have—a slender body. My eyes gawked at the black-haired girl, and I couldn't deny that she was indeed a beauty. She had delicate features that seemed almost sculpted, with high cheekbones that added elegance to her face. Her skin was flawless, a smooth porcelain that caught the light just right, giving her an ethereal glow.
Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, shimmering like silk with every movement. Her eyes, a deep shade of emerald green, were framed by thick, dark lashes that made her gaze all the more captivating. She had a natural grace about her—the way she moved, the way she held herself—it was effortle
