“My hair changed color, and my eyes already turned mismatched,” I pronounced in a leisurely and husky tone while burrowing into Wyatt’s embrace.

 

My hand unconsciously gripped a strand of my hair, and I sighed before letting go. 

 

After hours of sleeping and resting, I woke up and stared into the mirror to discover that my right eye had completely turned golden and my hair was now half-golden and half-silver. My eyes and hair are now completely mismatched. 

 

Moreover, I could feel a more powerful surge of power coursing through me, which is miles different from the past. 

 

Definitely, the thing about the mate bond was right. If Oswald and...