Rory
She was still alive? I knew he said he was old but part of me still has a hard time believing someone could live so long and still look as young as I am. His eyes glazed over as if he was tugging on an internal like, like one similar to our communication tactics as wolves. Perhaps we are more alike than I thought.
“Yes sire?” a soft feminine voice floated through the air behind me. I turned around so fast that my hair nearly slapped me in the face from the force. There was a wall willowy woman with hair so pale and white, it rivaled the clouds in the sky. It was long and flowed down her back in soft waves. Her eyes, that I was expecting to be a bright red like the man in front of me, were a pale pink. As she got closer I noticed flecks of red in them but everything about her was a
