After the little crying fest, they both walked back to Giselle's house, hand in hand, a comfortable silence between them.
"So..." Cheshire said, breaking the silence.
"So?"
"How did you found out that you weren't you know..." Cheshire asked.
Eliza hummed, thinking, or a while, swinging their linked hand. "Well, if my memory does not betray me, I was seven or maybe eight when I found out. It was when I shifted for the first time and my wolf coat is white. But my parents weren't, their wolves have a warm coat and not a patch of white could be found. I shook it off and thought it was an inheritance from my grandparents or my ancestors or something so I didn't ask my parents. It wasn't until some kid at school mocked that about me and said I was a freak that I asked my parents about it. Bu
