Everything about Saga was extreme; it was more than her long, pure white hair and flaming amber eyes, or the fact she towered over most other women at 6’7” in the heels she invariably wore.
As a person, she was intense. Argumentative, opinionated, egotistical…people had thrown insults like that at her since we were kids, because she was headstrong and unwilling to play the role of a submissive little girl to make insecure young men and jealous women comfortable.
She was born just before my third birthday, and we had been raised as siblings even before I lost my mother. I saw her as a sister, and I was used to the things that other people considered extraordinary about her.
She wasn't exactly like other wolves. There hadn't been a White Wolf for so long that a lot of her powers were ne
