Dante hadn't seen her since the day he visited where the Skinwalkers imprisoned the female omega in the village. At that time, Cherry was no longer herself. Her skin was covered with the wizard's black runes, a sign that her aura had been altered. Her eyes looked like two gaping holes inhabited by darkness even darker than a moonless sky. But the werewolf in front of him was the one who was in his fondest memories.
Her large hazel eyes and her straight nose finished with a round edge, her naturally rosy cheeks and her plump mouth whose cupid's bow of the upper lip called for the caress of a finger.
She was back to her adorable self and the smile that floated on her face was the one that meant everything in Dante's life for so many years. Instinctively, the beta opened his arms and the female omega ran into his arms.
