Jess's POV:
He watched the little boy running around the front yard of the pack house, watched as the little boy shrieked with happiness as his mother chased him, both of them giggling. The boy looked a lot like his mother, his long black hair practically a mop, though his mother's was long and the color midnight. His skin was fair like hers but freckled a little more. The one thing made him different from her was his eyes, the color of light chocolate. The wolf with red eyes watched from the shadow of the trees, his dark fur camouflaging him but his eyes probably gave him away like a neon sign. He didn't fear, however. He knew he wouldn't be shot or killed if he was seen. If anything, anyone who saw him would probably be too shocked to move if they saw him. In truth, it had been almost
