The Beauty Behind The Beast
"Wolfgang Soulsong, at your service," he purred in a voice like spun silver, and swept into a graceful bow, his hazel eyes flashing amber for a moment.
Eleanor hates him, this strange fragile youth with the burning eyes of a wolf. And yet he saved her, loves her and watches over her like a guardian angel.
He locks her up in his mansion and won't let her out of his sight. She waits, patiently, until the day she will be free of him.
But then, somehow, she can't imagine a single day without him at her side.