Chapter 21: Running From Shadows - Alden

Driving back to Sorrell’s I may have been driving a little further under the speed limit than was legally required just to prolong our time together and it was worth it because we got to talk more, there’s not a subject we haven’t covered. We told each other stories about growing up in the pack, we talked about how our parents met, we talked about our friends, nothing was off limits.

“I’m glad you picked white,” she says, pulling me from my thoughts. I glance over to see her admiring the rose I got her.

“Why’s that?”

“Because white is my favourite colour,” she smiles.

My eyebrows knit together, “Your favourite colour is a non-colour?”

“Don’t knock it. You can do anything with white. It goes with everything, and it can always be treated like a starting point. A white canvas can become a work of art. A white wall can be the perfect backdrop for anything to hang on it. And you couldn’t make the perfect tie-dye t-shirt without a basic white shirt first,” she explains. I listen to her, enr