Chapter .40.

The sunlight  lit her hair  and I stood silent,  wondering exactly how many  angels  were walking around  with absolutely  no idea of the wings  that are hiding  beneath their  own skin.  ~Tyler K. G.  *** I'm sitting outside, painting the clouds. I've never painted outside before, because I knew what the reaction would be. Or so I thought. I ignore the growing audience. The eyes that are upon my back. The sky. Just concentrate on the sky. I sit there for an hour more before I finally brave turning around. About thirty pack member sit there, eyes wide as they take in my stained hands and sky canvas. "It's beautiful Luna," one voice speaks out above the crowd. I blush