Amber
Oh Goddess, that meeting was boring as hell. Trade agreements. Reinforcement numbers in case one of us has to go to war. It's like watching paint dry. The positive of it is that Clara and I were able to leave early to have lunch together on my balcony.
"So how old are you?" I ask.
" I was born in 1802. So I'm around two hundred and eighteen years old. I don't feel a day over thirty. Even if I don't look like it. Every hybrid has a side that their genetics lean towards. Mine favored my wolf side. I'm still immortal. I still aged some, unlike my mother, who looked twenty-five until the day she died.".
replied Clara with a chuckle.
"Have you met the Moon Goddess?" I ask.
"No, but my mate did. Goddess rest his soul. She gave us rings similar to the one that you're wearing. It allo
