In her room, she undid the mask and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were black with a circle of silver in the middle of them as if the full moon had been captured. Her makeup was smeared and her hair tangled, but she still could not believe what had happened. “You look amazing.” Belik stood in her doorway. He was dressed in a black vest with loose black pants. His hair was braided at the sides and woven with raven feathers. Her heart hitched in her chest as he walked toward her. The raven in her cawed with joy at seeing him. Illiana kissed him while he touched her cheek. “You smell like the wolf. Were you with him?” “Yes.” “Did you tell him who you were, or did he guess with your mask on?” “No. Are you angry?” Belik held her face in his hands and stared a long time into her eyes. She waited to see what he would do.
