"You need my help, Cheyenne. Why can you just admit it? You're changing, and even though I've never had to go through an awakening like yours, I want to help you. In any way I can."
I opened my mouth to say something, to protest, but I dropped it. Skye continued.
"There's no denying it. You're one of us. I can see it in your eyes."
I blinked. "What do you mean?"
"The color of your eyes. They turned golden. That happens with weres when they get angry."
I blinked again and flew to the nearest reflective surface—the toaster. I snatched it up and stared at it. My reflection was blurry, but I could make out my eye color. They looked normal.
I dropped the toaster and turned on him. "My eyes look normal. What the hell are you driving at?"
Skye chuckled and I wanted to hit him again.
"What? What's so damn funny? If you're not going to leave, then don't sit there laughing at me. That's the least you can do."
Skye sobered and looked at me with his dark brown eyes.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to laugh. When weres are angry or emotionally charged, their eyes can change from their normal hue, to yellow-gold—"
"Like a wolf."
Skye nodded. "Yeah, very much like that."
"But my eyes didn't change. I just saw them."
"You didn't let me finish. A were's eyes can change but the effect is temporary. Once the feelings of anger or deep emotion dissipate, the eyes change back."
"Well, I'm still pissed at you. Why aren't my eyes yellow?" I glanced back at the toaster, trying to catch a glimpse of my eyes without seeming too obvious. Could they really change? What would I look like with yellow eyes?
"I don't know." When I looked back at Skye, he shrugged. He leaned back in his chair, relaxing a bit more. "I guess it came out when you yelled at me. You were more pissed then, right?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Well, your eyes flashed for an instant."
"Really…" I glanced back at the toaster. "Will they change again?"
"They will, yes."
"So, I'm changing." It wasn't news I wanted to hear. I lowered my head. My eyes were still closed, but that didn't stop a few tears from leaking out. I wiped them away quickly and blinked back the rest before I turned back to Skye.
His face was once again solemn. "Yes."
The tears I tried to keep from falling fell anyway. It couldn't be happening.
"Damn." Then the sobbing began.