*Michael*
"As you can well imagine, I'm the most popular she-wolf in Blackrock city at the moment," my sister Sylvia says,
I am lounging in a thickly padded armchair in the Alpha of Fairhaven's library and sipping his excellent scotch. I can easily picture it because my sister has always been a magnet for attention. With her sandy hair and blue eyes that mirror mine, it's no wonder she attracts admirers.
"All the she-wolves are calling on me, seeking information about you," Sylvie says, giving me a pointed look. "And what am I to tell them, I ask you?"
It's the same question she poses every time I visit. I reply, "I'm still in mourning. I have taken a sabbatical from pack Society. I have flown to the moon. I don't care, Sylvie. Tell them whatever you like."
She downs her sherry like a
