The Broken Alpha
“But the word on the waves cannot always be trusted.”
Lily’s eyes widened. Two eleves huddled on a log together, sipping tea from hollowed out mushrooms. One passed a steaming teapot, flicking his white hair over his shoulder as he did so. The other, brown skin gleaming and glittering, took it and refilled his mushroom.
The white-haired eleve snorted. “Where wolves are concerned, I’m willing to believe just about anything.”
His hair had fallen back, revealing pointed ear tips. Lily eyed them closely, an odd feeling brewing in her gut. Her heart thudded at the sight of them, and it yanked her backwards in a stumbling step.