I stood in the meadow Kate always dragged me to when she wanted me to train. The air was cool, the moon hanging low, bathing everything in a strange glow.
I looked down at myself—at the snow-white fur that shimmered like starlight, at the eyes that didn’t match. One gold. One blue. Always the same, no matter how many times I saw it.
But tonight can I even say that I have been here for who knows how long, the question clawed at me harder than ever.
“Kate,” I said, my voice rough. “Why am I like this? Why is my wolf so… different?”
She materialized in front of me, graceful, half-shadow, half-beast. Her golden eyes locked onto mine, sharp but unreadable. “Different?” she echoed.
I nodded, swallowing hard. “Other wolves… they don’t look like this. They’re normal. Brown, black, grey. But m
