"I am not going to lie," Olivia gushed happily, "You have to be the most beautiful she-wolf I have ever seen. Your fur was flawless. Like snow!" She was looking at the picture Anthony had snapped because I shifted back to my human form before she arrived.
I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly, "Thanks, I guess," I said. "Honestly, I am still wondering how I shifted into a wolf. I thought I was human," I sighed. I was still in disbelief. Could it be a dream?
It still blows my mind. How was that possible? Were my parents werewolves? If they were, then why would they give me away? Wouldn't I be in a pack if they were werewolves? Why hadn't they come to see me in all of these years?
Most importantly, are the alive?
"I still can't believe you're a werewolf, Amelia. You should have seen
