I look at Alexander like he had just grown a second head.
“No, you wrong. If I were an assassin, then I would have known about it.” It sounded like I was more trying to convince myself than him.
“Not necessarily.” Alexander drew a weary hand across his face before standing back up to his full height, pulling me with him. He walked us over the fire side and sat me down next to him.
“They are ancient, Selene’s own children. They have been forced to do her bidding for millennia. Once every few generations a white wolf might pop up. If anyone finds out what you are Rosalie…. Goddess it doesn’t bare thinking about.” His hands continue to run through his hair, making it stick out in all directions. “No one can know about this. Do you hear me? No one.” His words were forceful and direct. I
