Chapter .40.

The sunlight

lit her hair

and I stood silent,

wondering

exactly how many

angels

were walking around

with absolutely

no idea

of the wings

that are hiding

beneath their

own skin.

~Tyler K. G.

***

I'm sitting outside, painting the clouds.

I've never painted outside before, because I knew what the reaction would be.

Or so I thought.

I ignore the growing audience.

The eyes that are upon my back.

The sky.

Just concentrate on the sky.

I sit there for an hour more before I finally brave turning around.

About thirty pack member sit there, eyes wide as they take in my stained hands and sky canvas.

"It's beautiful Luna," one voice speaks out above the crowd.

I blush and turn away, nodding my acknowledgment.

My hand is shaking now that I know how many people are watching.