““Men have told me I’m beautiful before,” I said, shrugging, “but at the end of the day I’d rather be thought of for more than just looks.” Louis’s eyes roamed across my face, and I could see thoughts churning in their unusual purple depths. “Yes, people have told you, but you don’t really believe them. Or maybe it’s that you don’t really seem interested when they say it.” He pulled on my hand, and we started walking again. “Why is that, do you think?” I knew I wasn’t ugly, and I had some striking features, like my hair and eyes, but I thought I was much more beautiful in wolf form. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. So my only hope is that when I fall in love, find my one, that he finds me beautiful.””
