The way she stared at me through the glass was odd, because on the one hand she was rather open with her thoughts as she stared straight into my eyes with a heat that I was familiar with, but on the other she was so quick to turn away.
Acting like she hadn't just been looking at me, like there hadn't been an obvious flush darkening her cheeks... it was amusing to me, somewhat, but at the same time I had to wonder why I was even finding amusement in that to begin with.
All the other times I had ever had someone display that same sort of heat always made my skin crawl and filled me with this disgust that made my stomach churn slightly, and yet here I was... not particularly bothered by what was clearly going on in her mind.
That was odd to me, yet I didn't have the luxury of thinking about it because not long after she turned away, the silver eyed Werewolf just decided to walk back inside like nothing had happened, and honestly... that was what surprised me the most.
