XANDER'S POV.
I ran my fingers through my hair, shifting it from side to side, checking to see if I was seeing clearly. Turns out I actually was. My hair was changing. But how? Why? When? This doesn't make sense. It shouldn't even be happening. I'm not ready. Despite this being something I've been looking forward to my whole life, I'm still not quite ready. Not right now, not with everything that's happened and as a matter of fact, still happening. I wasn't prepared for this at this time. I hadn't expected it to happen all of a sudden and out of nowhere.
Goddess! My hair was turning white.
White. The color of my wolf. The color of Atlas.
This can only mean one thing. A part of me already knew what it was, but I just had to be sure. I wanted him to say it, so I know I wasn't mistaken. S
