Amaryllis
I looked up at the deranged wolf. His hazel eyes were wide and so tempting to just stare into to see all the swirls of color and different shades of green, brown, and gold. His eyes watched mine carefully and I felt like every emotion was bare for him to see, like he could read my mind instead of the other way around. I tried to keep my emotions under control but I could feel my eyes had gone wide with surprise, and I quickly narrowed them with defiance. I looked at him carefully as I shook my head and opened my mouth to mouth out a protest since he took away my notebook.
Many vampires are telepaths. If I could actually speak, I would have snapped that out at him in anger. He had my book and was preventing me from speaking. Past that anger, though, was fear. I knew my power was
