Settling back in bed with Mishele, I wrapped my arms around her, feeling the warmth of the heating blanket I had wrapped her in earlier. She leaned against me, still exhausted from her cycle, but at least she wasn’t pushing me away. The television played in the background, but neither of us was paying attention.
Then, she shifted slightly and spoke.
“Kody?”
“Hmm?” I glanced down at her, brushing a stray hair from her face.
“I have some questions about werewolves. More… specific ones.”
That made me grin. “Ask away, princess. I’m an open book.”
She hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Why is your wolf white? Every other werewolf I’ve seen has been a normal color—brown, black, gray, even reddish tones. But yours is pure white. Why?”
Ah, now that was an interesting question.
I smir
