Emma Pov
- A Month and a Half Later -
"Put the paint cans over there in the corner, Amelia," I ask the young she-wolf walking a few steps ahead, carrying two cans of white paint.
Amelia was the first to join my new wolf pack a week after I settled here on the plains. After losing her parents to a severe illness, her old pack deemed her weak and useless, casting her out from the only home she knew. Amelia wandered in her wolf form, unsure of what to do or where to go after being thrown out.
"I still think we should have gone with ruby red," Amelia comments, setting the paint cans near the entrance of the house. I laugh at her remark.
The fifteen-year-old has been obsessed with the color red for weeks, and I find it amusing. She even considered dyeing her beautiful light brown wavy ha
