Amelia POV:
"So why aren't you in a pack?" I ask as we gather fire wood for the night, "I don't want to be." Amara is a woman of very little words. Atleast that is what I've noticed after staying here with her for the last couple days. "Why do you ask so many questions?" She is busy foraging for vegetables or fruit for tonight's dinner. "I am curious to know more about you," I do feel guilty for my curiousity because she had given me space and time and did not pry about my life. She chuckled at my response, "how old are you?" She asks, "I'm 18 this year," I say as I sit down beside her on the soft earth. She smiles, "how old do I look?" She asks, "give or take 18 or 19, I think," I reply as I try to guage her expressions but she looks at me and laughs, her chocolate eyes glinting with chi
