"It's my duty to tell you, Sussan," Bruma began, "as a servant of a silver wolf, that your kind is quite unusual and highly coveted for its abilities."
"Abilities?" I asked. "I thought I already had enough to worry about. I never wanted to be a werewolf, let alone one with special powers."
"Power is often bestowed upon those who don't desire it. It's better that you learn what you're capable of," Bruma replied, her face quickly turning serious. "Just because you reject what has been given to you doesn't mean those who covet it will simply overlook you. You must accept what you are and learn to harness it."
"I don't even know where to begin," I scoffed. "I ran away to get away from all of this. Now I'm back where I started."
"I disagree," Bruma reflected. "I think you've made an improve
