Novel & Cerita When Nietzsche Wept

I growled, feeling a complex mixture of relief and annoyance. Natalie looked at me then, her green-gold eyes luminous with unshed tears. The sight of her tear-streaked face defused my anger immediately, replacing it with a strange tenderness I wasn't prepared for. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't think you'd wake up." I shook my head, exasperation warring with bewilderment. "Normal wolves don't cry for fun, Natalia." "I wasn't crying for fun," she insisted. "I was testing my healing progress."