98. Her eyes.
They weren't the normal blue color she was when she was a human and the one I had fallen in love with, blue, or the normal shade of yellow and orange of a wolf.
Raven's eyes were cat-like. She looked like a cat the moment she opened them and she was oozing with power.
“Raven?" I called her because except for her features, the woman before me didn't look like my Raven at all.
She turned her head and yes, her eyes looked like those of a huge tiger.
She didn't speak but she smiled at me and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
If the other times I thought she was pretty, I was mistaken. The fact that she was looking at me looking at a totally different person, oozing with beauty, confidence and this charm that I didn't know that she had.
Has she always been li
