73. Mary

Mary’s pov

I have no idea why I said yes to Gamma Diego’s proposal.

"Maybe because his accent and words turn you on?" "Beth, my wolf, said."

I could lie and tell her I didn’t find his accent hot, but she was in my head. She knew the truth. I mean, doesn’t every woman find accents hot? And even I had to admit he was sexy, in this ruggedly handsome way. Every time I had seen Diego, he had been wearing a wife beater or a white shirt, and most of the time it was covered in mud stains or blood stains. I had no clue why he continued to wear white shirts if they were all covered in dirt.

"Maybe it compliments his skin color?" Beth said.

As if my wolf cared about skin color. Wolves had different fur colors, but I doubt it mattered to them the way it did to us. People had always said I was too dark, but I had learned to love my skin. And I could hide in the dark more easily too, which was very useful in battle. The one thing I didn’t like was the way my skin scarred. The scars on my skin were t