Chapter 71

“Turn back,” I tell her through our minds. “We are not familiar with this forest. You have no idea what’s out there.” She increases her speed, but I keep up easily. Her wolf looks bigger than the last time I saw her. And her coat is so beautiful… Her coat. She has a silver coat. Silver is one of the rarer colours among werewolves. So rare, that if there happened to be a family of silvers in my pack, I would know about them. The same way everybody knows that the Foxes have always been white–another rare colour for a werewolf. So how can it be that Blood Moon has a silver orphan Omega who knows nothing about her origins? I speed up and get in her way. She digs her paws into the ground just in time to keep from running into me. “What do you want?” she snaps. “Don’t you know anything about your parents? Your family?” “No.” “You never asked your adoptive parents?” “My parents are dead. If I had any family, don’t you think I would have grown up with them instead?” “Why did Blood Moon’s Alpha