I decide to ask the questions on my mind.
"Caleb, what did you look like before you became a werewolf?"
Obviously worse, which is kind of hard to imagine. I tried to put myself in his shoes. If I was a beautiful werewolf and I just got mated to an ugly guy, what would I do?
Part of what attracts me to him is his physical beauty; without it he could have just been another annoying, jeering guy.
Caleb reaches with one hand towards his pocket, pulling out a small picture.
"I thought you might want to see this."
He hands it to me, and I stare at the person I know so well.
His eyes are a crystal blue, framed by enviously long lashes and a face much like the present Caleb standing beside me.
His hair is a golden blond with blue streaks, and his build slightly less attractive. But other than that, they were identical.
"Why blue streaks?" I stare at the golden-blue clash, still managing to look attractive on Caleb's form.
