*MIRA'S POV*
“What do you mean?" I asked pulling away from Trae.
“What happened to it?" He repeated. His pale eyes were perplexed as they stared down at my flowing locks of hair.
“Your hair!" exclaimed Jane. “It's white… And gold!" she added, stroking a single vein of brilliant gold hair that framed my face.
“You seem to have honed your inner wolf," Sage observed. “And now you look like a proper Selene wolf."
“So, that's why my grandmother always colored my hair… Because other wolves would have recognized me?" I wondered, running my hands through my silvery white locks. They practically seemed to glow.
Sage nodded.
“All these years, I was so angry about all of their secrecy, but they were only trying to protect me… He killed Ada because of me! I will never forgive myself!" I cried.
