Chapter Thirteen

"Do you have any siblings? Can I know that?" She rolls her eyes at my continued questioning but has a smile on her face.

"I have one, a brother."

"Where is he?"

She shrugs, picking up her grilled cheese again. "Dunno. I haven't seen him in a very long time. I hope he's okay though."

"Younger or older?"

"Older. By six years."

"What is his name?"

"Charlie." She smiles at the memory of him. "He was a warrior in my old pack. I always remember thinking he was so tough."

"Was he a panther?"

"No. I was the only one blessed with that gene." Her tone is dry and sarcastic, and she rolls her eyes.

"I think you look at it in the wrong light."

"What?" She raises a brow at me, and I shake my head at how clear it is that she truley hates what she is.

"You, being a panther. You see it as such a bad thing. Why? I think it's interesting, to say the very least. I've met a couple panthers before, but never got the chance to ask them anything. I've heard panthers are different from wolves and I would love