At the sight of his eyes, her jaw drops open and her eyes widen.
...but there's no fear. She waits to be afraid, waits for the words to fail to compute in her head.
Werewolves are real.
Instead, something else sweeps over her, a strange sense of...completion. The thing that always made her feel like she didn't belong, the thing she thought came from the accident, the huge sweeping chunks of her life she'd lost to a brain injury...
That wasn't it. It was this, it was always this. She knows it like she knows her first name.
Without thinking, she moves closer to him, eyes still wide as she stares and keeps staring, as if she can find the secrets to the universe somewhere in his face.
She lifts her hand, then with slow, uncertain strokes, she traces her fingers just over his brow, then down his temple, then across his mouth, where she finally lets her fingertips make contact.
She can almost see the protrusion, the hair...the fangs. All of it framing bright red eyes...
"Do it again." Her voice is soft, confident and strangely unreadable. "Show me...show me all of it."
She's not sure what she expects to find, seeing him change...she just knows she needs to see it.