The blond giant regarded her with caution in between verbal sallies with her mother, who couldn’t seem to stop talking all through dinner. “I hope you don’t mind me saying so, Fenris, but your colouring is very attractive. It’s been years since I’ve seen a golden wolf. Where have you been keeping yourself?” He shot Rudra another one of those shuttered gazes and answered her mother. “I’m a Silver Wolf, Rena. From what I understand, there hasn’t been a Golden Clan in ages. I’m one of your daughter’s dread enemies.” Rena waved a hand, dismissing his words. “Bah. Rudra wouldn’t know a good wolf if he up and bit her.” “Mom.” Rudra wished she hadn’t agreed to this stupid dinner. Then again, she hadn’t. Wouldn’t a true alpha do what she wanted, regardless of her parents’ wishes? Maybe a true alpha would, but you’re a not a real wolf. Her conscience never gave her a break. “I don’t know. I think Red might recognize a good wolf if he bit her. ‘Course, it would depend on where he bit her, wouldn’t it?”Fenris asked with a sly grin.
