Summary
Her eyes never see him, Tonks's eyes, the ones that sparkle with mischief and magic. If he was another man he would long for her, but he loves her far too much for that. For oh yes, he loves her, loves her with a passion that consumes him at times, but he knows she will not feel the same. Werewolf, werewolf, werewolf. Always overlooked, always on the sidelines, always alone.