Alpha Jax
“I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think there’s a constellation called the little wolf.”
Quinn turns to me, rolling her eyes. “Use a little imagination, Jaxon. Look…” she points up again, and once again, I look. “See those two bright stars, side by side? Those are the points of the ears. And then you can see the eyes underneath, and the nose…”
As she describes it, I can actually start to make out the shape of a little wolf, just like she said.
“Do you see it?” Quinn asks.
I chuckle softly. “Yeah, I actually do.”