I glanced at Soren. Soren's face mirrored the same expression I felt on my own.
Then I looked at Ryker.
He wasn't shocked. He was watching her with a soft, dreamy expression, completely unbothered by what had just rendered his brothers speechless.
"Ryker," I mind-linked, keeping it even. "Did you know her fur was white?"
"Did you know she's a White Wolf?" Soren added, sharper.
Ryker's gaze moved from Ayla to us and back. "Didn't I mention that?"
"No," Soren said flatly. "You didn't."
"Well," Ryker said, entirely unapologetic, "your reaction wouldn't have been real if you already knew."
Ayla padded closer, watching the three of us with her head tilted, reading whatever expression was showing on the wolves in front of her.
Fenrir made a sound low in my chest that wasn't quite a grow
