Chapter 44- Moving To The Pack House

Polly gasped as her back met the wall, with Rafael towering over her small frame and staring down at her in ways that made her shiver. Her eyes were wide with apprehension upon noticing a distinct yellow in his irises, morphing into a mesmerizing, terrifying purple, and she bit back a squeak.

He closed his eyes, his expression strained, as if wrestling with something within. When his eyes fluttered open, they were back to their original color, but the memory of what Polly had witnessed was seared into her mind.

"What happened to your eyes?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper, and she stayed rigid to the wall.