Chapter 5:
Elisabeth was mesmerized by the beauty before her. A raw art made with efforts of nature and gods. With her height she reached no higher than his jawline. His features were rough on the edges, yet, Elisabeth was willing to cut herself just so she could get a touch.
It was no secret that werewolves possessed crazy good genes, they were as a species, extremely beautiful and worth staring at. Living in the Wolus pack, which certainly did not lack men with ripped bodies and handsome faces. Elisabeth was quiet immune to that type of allure.
However, the stranger who was not standing before her, had the charm that she had never seen before. Very powerful, extremely elegant and rare beauty.
Looking up at his face, she felt as if she was stargazing.
I am dreaming, she thought to
