<b>Keeping </b>my one hand on his chest i ce the other in his hair, slowly and gently encouraging him toy back against me.
“Cole, I need you to rx and follow my movements. I need you to not just listen but believe in what I am telling you because I do believe <b>that </b><b>you </b>have been told lies so that you would fear and be overly controlling of your wolf when he appeared.”
“I can’t alpha. Please. Just take your baby.”
“No Cole. You need to understand that your wolf and you are the same. Your wolf has the same innate desires as you. You want to protect and care for these pups in a <b>way </b>that no one else can and while it may be more wild in nature than you want, it was only when you followed your wolf’s instincts that you were able to help those girls.”
“Please” He whispers, his voice bing even more desperate.
“I need you to rx, Cole. I need you to share control with your wolf. You are correct that you can’t give up control but that’s only because of the condition that you’re in. A full shift right now could kill you. Lay your head back against me. I’m right here. I promise I have control of your wolf. You’re not <b>going </b><b>to </b>hurt anyone.”
He slowly<b>, </b>with great hesitation, allows himself to change. Allowing himself to lean into my hold and touch. <b>I </b>smile slightly as his auraes out, strong, and powerful.
He finally moves his head back against me, it’s easy to see that he’s starting to like leaning against my arm <b>as </b>I gently pull him back into me.
“This is much better, Cole. Now, I need you to open your eyes. I need to <b>see </b>what you look like in a partial and your eyes are the quickest <b>way </b>to tell.”
“No sir, I can’t.”
“Why? 1 really do need to see.”
He shakes his head hard as he tries to lean forward away from me again. I press the palm of my hand gently into his chest, discouraging his movements. He whines hard before relenting to my silent request to stay with me.
“Alpha please. Everyone in my pack who has seen me in a partial has screamed in my face before running away from me. I’ve been told that looking at me in a partial is like looking into the face of pure evil, the devil himself.” He whispers sadly.
I draw my fingers through the hair on the top of his head. I look down at Madilyn as she snuggles even closer to Cole, her forehead against his neck. She ispletely rxed in his arms and is sleeping so soundly that I can hear a faint snore.
<i>‘</i>Be patient and keep doing what you’re doing. I’ve got a perfect view.<b>‘ </b>I hear Lilly in my head.
“Cole I’d like you to stay like you are just open your eyes so <b>we </b>can see what your partial shift looks like. We’ve seen all three varieties so nothing is going
to scare us.”
“Three<b>?</b>”
“You’ve never been told?<b>” </b>
“No ma’am<b>.</b>”
“What have you been told about the way eyes look when in a partial shift.” I interrupt <b>their </b>conversation.
“I went to a mixed high school. My father refused to let me take the standard werewolf health sses after I got out of the hospital<b>. </b><b>He </b>convinced me that I would never shift so I didn’t need to know anything about it.”
“Oh, I see.” Lilly sighs. “There <b>are </b>three types of eyes. The dominant and mostmon type is where the pupil dtes and makes the majority of <b>the </b>colored part of your eyes disappear. Myself, Damian and <b>Lucas </b>all have that type as does half of all wolves.”
“The second type,” I interject after Lilly, is when the whites <b>of </b><b>your </b><b>eyes </b>turn ck and your wolf’s <b>eyes </b>rece your normal ones. The <b>most </b><bmon </b>colors you see are shades of amber and brown, but sometimes you see green or blue. I’m part of the one quarter <b>of </b>wolves that <b>happens </b>to<b>.</b><b>” </b>
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Thest <b>type </b><b>is </b><b>just </b>as rare as Demetri’s.<b>” </b>Patrick surprises us when <b>he </b><b>talks</b><b>. </b><b>“</b><b>One </b>quarter of wolver <b>will </b>have ckened <b>eyes</b>. I believe doctor endle calling them ck–out eyes. Based on your description<b>, </b>it sounds like that’s <b>what </b>you have <b>but </b>we need to see them before <b>you </b>get <b>out </b><b>of </b><b>the </b>panel to <b>verify </b><b>that’s </b>what you have.<b>” </b>He shakes his head against <b>my </b>arm.
<b>“</b><b>The </b>light hurts and I already <b>have </b>a headache. Madilyn’s screams didn’t <b>help</b>.”
“Well boss, based on my own experience with ck–out eyes I would say that’s what he has
“Do you know anything about light sensitivity?”
<b>“</b>I know it quite well actually. They are the hardest type to get used to.”
I watch as Patrick moves around the table until he’s standing behind Lilly and a knocked out Madisyn.
<b>“</b>Cole<b>, </b><b>I </b>want to do with you what I did with Parker when I found out he was a ck–out.”
“Why?” Cole whispers faintly. <b>“</b>Why would you want to help me when you hate <b>me</b><b>? </b>Have you been told to jump <b>me </b><b>as </b><b>well</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
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