Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Silence filled the empty room. The look on Carter’s face told me everything I needed to know as he lifted his hand and pushed his hair back.
He was nervous. Really nervous.
“Carter, what's wrong?” I asked softly, wondering what was making him like this.
Carter’s brown eyes searched mine carefully before he finally let out a sigh before speaking.
“I saw something in that journal I didn't like. Something I don’t want to believe is true.”
“What was it?” My brow furrowed in confusion.
“Brooklyn, being a silver wolf doesn't just mean you're different. It means you're special. Really f*****g special. So special that the moon goddess sent you here to do something only a blessed wolf can do.”
“What do you think it is?” Clearly I was way out of my element here and
