ALLE
I stand frozen outside the greenhouse, watching through the glass like some kind of creep.
Winter's wolf moves through the plants with surprising gentleness, his massive paws careful not to crush anything as he navigates between rows. He pauses at some leafy thing, sniffs it, then moves on to check another.
Tending to his garden even in wolf form.
It's mesmerizing in a way that pisses me off.
I should leave. Should turn around and walk back to the estate before he catches me spying on what's clearly his private sanctuary. This is intimate, personal, none of my damn business.
But I can't look away.
Especially from his eyes.
He must've found a way to heal those scars over his eyes when in human form, but in his natural biological form everything is laid bare for me to see.
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