Eliza's mother had invited her for dinner and she had been standing on the sidewalk outside the house for the last fifteen minutes, her heart pounding in her chest. She was so nervous and kept putting her hand on the gate when something would hold her back from opening it up.
Maybe because she knew that once she opened the figurative door into her adoption it would be one last step to stepping away from her human life. She loved her family, with all their flaws and good intentions. The good and bad were all part of what made them so utterly perfect in her eyes. She knew that the more she embraced the hidden world filled with wolves, moons, and packs, the more she was going to have to push this part of herself away.
Neither world mixed well. She had been straddling the line between eac
