Daisy believed that obtaining a photograph of them together would be neither time-consuming nor difficult.
Lydia enjoyed standing beside him, grasping his arm, and she invariably smiled up at the man. Why wouldn’t she succumb, if he smiled at her in private, as depicted in that photograph she possessed, the girl was likely to dissolve into a puddle of emotion.
Daisy was utterly astonished by how profoundly a single authentic smile had altered his countenance.
He appeared to be an entirely different individual. Who could have anticipated that a single smile would enable others to perceive him in an entirely different manner? That is the reason she preferred being behind her camera. Her camera has captured a myriad of emotions, ranging from pure joy to heartache, over the years. However, happiness was her preferred choice.
His thoughts that day on the pack-house steps had undoubtedly exhilarated him, akin to a child experiencing a candy store for the first time. She must ensure to provide his mother with the additional photographs once the portrait is finalised. She had successfully captured a dozen photographs of him smiling, along with several others featuring him as well. She presumed it to be a miracle. Given that Luna Elizabeth had informed her he never smiled, she was unable to elicit a smile from him.
She devoted the entire subsequent day to lightly sketching the man and the background on her canvas, ensuring all elements were accurately represented. Although she initially intended to render the background green and gradually fade it to complement his eyes, she ultimately preferred the depiction of him standing on the top step of the pack-house.
Grinning over his territory, so to speak.
Moreover, she altered her decision from a cropped depiction to a complete portrait, believing it to be more aesthetically pleasing, showcasing him in a joyful and authoritative manner within his Pack. It would also demonstrate Lydia’s diminutive stature. She was nearly twelve inches shorter than him. She consistently donned well-fitted, stylish attire that accentuated her athletic physique for all to observe.
Daisy sighed; the girl was evidently permitted to train, having observed her abs, which were somewhat defined and appeared attractive. Daisy, despite her height and fitness, lacked the defined musculature typical of most she-wolves; her physique, while commendable, appeared softer in comparison to those of her peers. She possessed no excess body fat; indeed, no she-wolves exhibited such a condition, having expended far too many calories for it to occur. However, I have yet to attain the ideal athletic physique, which is more feminine than the muscular and alluring form of a werewolf.
The following day, she stood outside the pack-house, stretching her stiff limbs from prolonged standing before her canvas that morning. She held her camera in hand, smiling to herself as she leaned against the front of the pack-house’s Caelan ern corner. She observed a group of young girls laughing over a cluster of boys.
Teenagers, particularly the girls, have not yet acquired wolves. They were enamoured with the boys who had presumably just acquired their wolves, and were evidently displaying their newly developed wolf physiques to the girls.
She indeed recalled executing that herself. Gathered with her friends, observing the boys who had acquired their wolves. Indeed, they have undergone significant changes. It was nearly instantaneous; upon their initial transformation and subsequent return to human form, the muscular development they exhibited was remarkable.
Some individuals more than others, and at times significantly more. Because of their lineage. Your male acquaintances have transitioned from being average and attractive to significantly taller and muscular, with some appearing exceptionally appealing. It was undoubtedly a delightful experience for adolescent girls, particularly if one of them was the boy with whom you were romantically involved at that time. The boys were all aware of it as well.
It was probable that the group she observed, those boys, had recently transformed for the first time during the last full moon and were still revelling in the attention from their female companions. The reminiscences of youth. She was aware from personal experience that some of those girls were literally drooling, and she also recognised that some had likely already lost their virginity to those boys, although she had never done so, having been one of the she-wolves who wished to wait for her Goddess-Gifted Mate. Ultimately, that did not occur.
