When Easton closed his eyes, I knew I had managed to calm him down.
His breathing gradually returned to a normal rhythm, and the muscles in his jaw began to relax. A few moments later, I decided to approach him and ran my hands gently over his face.
“Easy. You would never hurt me. I know that because...”
He opened his eyes and looked at me.
The words died in my throat.
His eyes were no longer their usual color.
They were gold.
Not hazel touched by the light, nor amber like they sometimes appeared when he became angry. They were a bright, unnatural gold, and his pupils had narrowed into dark vertical slits.
Wolf eyes.
“Easton?”
His head tilted slightly to one side.
The expression on his face changed so subtly that I almost convinced myself I had imagined it. But then the corner o
