Asher
She was gorgeous. And that was an understatement. I have never seen a wolf so beautiful, so exquisite, ever before. She was a silver wolf. Like literally silver. I have seen a white wolf. Rose's wolf was almost golden-ish but silver. I have read somewhere that it was extremely rare that anyone would have a silver wolf and there were barely any instances of their existence.
But here she stood, all high and mighty, and it didn’t take long for me to realize she wasn’t any ordinary wolf. Her tail, for instance, was much longer than you usually see in a female wolf, her silver coat literally sparkled underneath the moonlight and she had light violet eyes. Again, very rare. And there was a certain dominance to her. Like that of an Alpha.
“What is she?” I whispered. “What did the Moon
