She sits up straight and wipes her cheeks, Raven is holding onto me, and mama Jean is rubbing my back. I feel so safe in their arms, it’s like nothing bad is ever going to happen to me. But in reality it will, and there is nothing they can do about it. I was sold by my father because of my bloodline, I am sure. I have the blue eyes and pure blood. I am certain that they only want to see if my wolf has the blue tint like Row’s does when he shifts. My brother and I are the only ones in our history that I remember, having blue eyes and a blue tinted coat on our wolves. Truly touched by the goddess we are blessed, and our children’s children will also be blessed. Jean told me stories of blue-eyed wolfs and how one day, a blue eyed silver-grey shewolf will meet a blue-eyed black wolf and save u
