Shy
Iris mumbled.
“Mum? Who’s Rogue?” Indianna asked, watching her mother’s facial expression closely. She flinched when she heard the name and Indianna pursed her lips. “Don’t lie, mum.”
“Rogue? A rogue is a wolf that—”
“I know what a rogue is,” Indianna snapped. “Rogue. Not a rogue, the Rogue.”
“I wasn’t aware there was a ‘the’ rogue,” Iris shrugged and Indianna scoffed, standing up abruptly.