He wanted to soothe her but the beast was out. There was no calming it when he was in such a rage. Their eyes locked when she screamed again, breaking his hope of love forever. He looked past her, to where each of their gray faces started to take shape again, amongst the screaming of the girls and Jamie. Suddenly, the girls were gone, and he was left with only Jamie screaming at him. He ignored him and looked down on his family. He had never been more excited in all his life, apart from the moment he saw Liv. Not that it would matter now. She was destined to be something he could never be with. His kind always had red eyes, only wolves got to keep their natural color. Hers were bright blue. He pushed her face away from his mind and smiled down upon his reviving family members, apart from one. His brother Gunnar was not there. No doubt the witches had refused to save him. He had been the start of the trouble in the haven. He had been the one who had shed innocent blood with no remorse, drawing the eyes of the hunters there.
