***Natalia***
We walk down the road in silence, several wolves paying respect to their Queen with a bow as they walk past us.
“Why do they bow to you?” I blurt out, wishing the earth would swallow me after the words leave my lips. “Sorry, ignore me,” I mutter, avoiding her gaze.
“It’s okay,” she says. “I am an Ivory Wolf, a special type of wolf that only exists every 150 years when a Silver and Gold Wolf are mated. You can think of me as a guardian for the werewolf race, gifted with many abilities to protect all of the children of the moon. Wolves sense my power and pay respect to me by bowing.”
I store this information although I did not fully understand what a gold wolf or silver wolf is. Aurora chuckles to herself and I raise an eyebrow at her.
Did she think I was stupid for askin
