Amber POV
I can't believe he marked me without my consent. The bastard. I don't care how much he wants to blame his wolf, he did the wrong thing and the least he could do was admit to it.
"I can't believe you're a white wolf" breathed Tessa, her eyes wide as saucers "I've never heard of one before. Let alone heard of any legends to do with them."
"Maybe it's just the same as having a normal-colored wolf" I suggested lightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable. I wasn't quite sure that my wolf was anything special, even if Lilac argued to the contrary, adamant that we were. Wouldn't there be more stories about white wolves if that were the case?
"Did you hear about the rogues?" asked Tessa, leaning over her kitchen counter, her eyes full of worry.
Both of us were sitting in her kitchen, ha
