#Chapter 218: Born to be Wild

Iris I’ve been staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror for several minutes now, searching for any hint of gold in my eyes. Nothing. They’re back to their normal honey-brown color now. For a moment, I wonder if Arthur and the hunter imagined it; maybe it was a trick of the light. Either way, I suppose it doesn’t matter. My eyes are not glowing, and the wolf is dead. Arthur was right; she was just a wild animal. These things happen. It sucks, but there’s nothing I can do about it. But even now, hours later, I can’t shake the hollow feeling in my chest. It’s as if something vital has been ripped away, leaving an empty space that aches strangely. I didn’t even know this wolf, not really. I saw her once before, months ago, and then again today as she died. That’s it. So why does it feel like I’ve lost someone important? I splash cold water on my face, hoping it might snap me out of this strange grief. It doesn’t help. When I emerge from the bathroom, Ar