Gabriela
"So," Rose says while toweling off her wet hair and hopping back onto her bed. "How long have you known you were going to be a breeder?"
My body stiffens at the question, mostly because I have no idea what to say for a lie. I'm not all that familiar with breeders and the culture surrounding them, only having heard about them in passing or through old legends told to us as pups when we were still young.
On the other hand, she could also be testing me—seeing if I'm actually who I say I am and not just some fraud sent by my pack in order to learn trade secrets or whatever else spies do.
"Oh, um." I clear my throat. "Since I was young."
"Really?" Her long dark hair is tossed over her shoulder as she straightens up, her towel tossed carelessly across the back of the single desk ch
