Chapter Ten

Alora.

"Who the fuck are you?" His deep voice growled at me and I shivered as fear shot up my spine.

The man standing before me was tall, he had a broad chest, and lean muscles. His biceps flexed as he raised his gun at me. He had deep blue cold eyes, not the usual blue of the ocean, nor the blue color of the sky. His eyes were a deeper shade, like a painter that stroked that spot repeatedly, highlighting the color.

But instead of the warmth that the color blue brought, these man's were filled with cold and hate. There were no emotions in them, except from the reflection of anger in them.

If I hadn't seen his reaction when he had first seen me I would have thought he could feel no other emotions except from anger and irritation.

The way he had looked down on me was the exact opposite of the emotion on his face. He had looked at me with soft eyes, gasping silently at the color of my eyes.

My violet eye color had been a mystery to my parents, I was different from the other wolves.