Messenger

"Goddess, mom. He has those eyes! Look! He has those eyes! They are bright gold!" Violet cried, staring down at where the pack was gathered below listening to their Alpha. "I don't understand. Why is this happening? Why is that witch being allowed to take over our pack? Has she accomplished it already? But she is not even here! Has she possessed him from afar?"

Violet was hysterical. She thought that she had gotten through to Graeme at least a little bit the night before. It was a blessing that his memory had been affected at the time, because she could feel the mutability of his opinion. He was listening to Violet's concerns, and he was protective of her. He had been right here in her bed, comforting her the way she could have only dreamed of prior. But now his eyes were golden, too. Just like the male from her nightmares. Just like that scheming mutant witch that he claimed was his mate.