Jackson
Isla stared at me, her eyes wide. I wouldn’t be surprised if she were a direct descendant of Alpha Amos; she was always so strong. She had pack mentality ingrained in her, more so than anyone I had seen before. Putting a pack before yourself was what all wolves did or claimed to do, but Isla truly cared about my pack members before she was even part of it. She was a beyond caring person, but maybe it went deeper, maybe it was in her nature, her bloodline.
I hadn’t seen any fur color like hers. Ever. It almost sparkled in the moon's light like shimmering diamonds, as if capturing and then reflecting the moonlight. And her wolf's name, one of Jupiter’s moons. I didn’t know how this could be, though; any direct descendants should and would be accounted for.
“Let’s pause this for a
