Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,182

jaw from all the gawking she was doing while her eyes were admiring the hundreds of pieces decorating the large building space.

The place used to be a warehouse, but we tore it down and rebuilt it into a structure that would be perceived to be a museum of some sort. Every piece of artwork on the wall was some of my more valuable pieces.

They reflected a time of isolation, confusion, sadness, heartbreak. Emotions I allowed to flow upon the canvas like running water. And somehow, it created ultimate masterpieces. Each canvas, whether small or one of the largest pieces, was painted with a specific mixture of paint that allowed me to see the energy I used to create those reflective images.

I didn't know how to feel about Willow seeing my works of art. My eyes were closed so I got the vivid view of her wondrous energy that danced in pure excitement. It was a bit amazing to see the way it would spike with each piece, like every single work of mine brought a sense of fascination that lifted her whole mood.

Maybe I thought she wouldn't be too into art or the logistics revolving around it, but here she was, getting lost in the various sceneries I'd painted over the years.

I can see why she's my mate.

My wolf was quietly sitting in his corner, eyes calmly watching Willow's movements. He was annoyed, and I guess we both were after what we'd dealt with.

I hadn't broken down in a long fucking time, and the only one who witnessed the extent of it was Dimitris. The suffocating panic attack, the flood of anxiety, the rocking back and forth and tear shedding were embarrassing.

Dimitris wouldn't judge me for my reaction, especially when he knew exactly how I lost my vision. I'd made up so many stories in the past to cover up the truth - the hunt by the police to kill me because of what I was.

They got the tip, knew what I'd become and the royal title I carried. What better way to try and kill me when I wasn’t in my birth country?

When I lost my vision, at first, I was glad. It was the oddest sensation to experience after losing one of your senses, but to me, it was a blessing because I wouldn't need to see the anguish on my enemies' faces when I killed them.

I'd carry no guilt when I carved their flesh, dug their brains out, cut through every limb, peeled off their faces. My recovery took weeks, but it was my time to plot who I'd become.

Plot two sides of me: Neo and Nico.

Returning home had been a bit of a challenge, especially when adapting to the new way I saw. I was brought to a special master, one who was born blind and could teach anyone to see the flow of any living creature.

Years of focus, endless days of meditation, physical and mental training, and learning to control the powers that wished for nothing but revenge took a lot of work. It sometimes surprised me how calm I'd gotten over the years, but painting was the source of that shift.

It helped to get lost in nothing but the creation process, leaving the rest of the world behind and the troubles it delivered upon my doorstep.

"Neo."

I lowered my head so I could see Willow was back, her prism-dancing aura practically hugging me while she stood there patiently. I wasn't sure how long I'd been lost in my thoughts, but there she was, patiently waiting for me to get through my collage of emotions.

She didn't touch me to bring me back to reality, and though I could assume many now knew touching a blind person without warning was a no-no, I wouldn't have minded if she did. Her energy was practically imprinted upon mine, and her touch only invited waves of pleasure that made all the consuming thoughts fade away.

It was the fact she still waited that was what impressed me.

"Sorry," I apologized. "Was thinking."

"You're allowed to think," she reasoned, and I felt her hand brush my cheek. "I love this place. Can we come here more often?"

I opened my eyes just slightly to look at her, to watch as her mere touch began to seep color through my black vision and light her image up until I could see her perfectly.

"You can come whenever you want," I assured her, inching closer until I was kissing her gently. She smiled against my lips, and it