Stormee Adalwulf
I was overwhelmed with the welcome the elven people had bestowed upon me. Al was so proud that his eyes swirled gold. Usually, his eyes glowed with different colors; a bright one swirled when we made love, but this time, his eyes glowed gold and silver.
I cupped his cheek, "I have never seen this color in your eyes." I said, my eyes locking with his, shining with the presence of my wolf.
"I am the king, and my eyes show the respect, pride, and love I have for my mate..." he said, and I beamed.
"You are going to get some tonight, my sneaky king..." I said, and his eyes fixed on the colors, making me laugh. He couldn't hide anything from me. In the elven world, the eyes are indeed the soul's windows.
"My Queen..." A woman bowed, and her mate did a courtesy.
"Hi,
