Elena pov

I leaned against the doorframe watching her face pale when she heard my voice. I asked her calmly who she was talking to and she stammered out that it was her wolf. I blinked at her unsure I had heard right. Breeders never had wolves. That was the first law of nature as far as I knew.

I tilted my head and studied her. “I didn’t know breeders get the chance to have their own wolf to the extent of talking to one.”

Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her dress and she avoided my eyes. Something about her reaction felt off. It wasn’t just embarrassment. It...