Chapter 43

I decide to ask the questions on my mind.

"Caleb, what did you look like before you became a werewolf?"

Obviously worse, which is kind of hard to imagine. I tried to put myself in his shoes. If I was a beautiful werewolf and I just got mated to an ugly guy, what would I do?

Part of what attracts me to him is his physical beauty; without it he could have just been another annoying, jeering guy.

Caleb reaches with one hand towards his pocket, pulling out a small picture.

"I thought you might want to see this."

He hands it to me, and I stare at the person I know so well.

His eyes are a crystal blue, framed by enviously long lashes and a face much like the present Caleb standing beside me.

His hair is a golden blond with blue streaks, and his build slightly less attractive. But other than that, they were identical.

"Why blue streaks?" I stare at the golden-blue clash, still managing to look attractive on Caleb's form.