" This time, I made myself look him directly in the eyes. In the bright moonlight, they were two different colors: one as gray as a winter sky, the other a hazel-green, the color of moss peeking through dead loam. Wolf's eyes. The Devil's eyes. He could see into the darkness. He could see into me. "

― S. Jae-Jones , Wintersong (Wintersong, #1)