BLUE MOON
Or a powerful wolf.
My heart skips in my chest “A-are you like me?” I stuttered.
Slowly the sliver fades from her eyes leaving a dark blue so similar to Zayne’s. “No child, this,” she taps her white braid hanging over her shoulder “is a result of old age.”
“Princess, meet my grandmother, Nana, this is Alina, my mate” he waves between us before snatching off an apple from the plate on the table.
“Hi,” I say softly, biting my lips with nerves as I shoot a glare a Zayne, why the hell didn’t he tell me we were meeting his grandmother? I didn’t even know he had a grandmother, to begin with.