GRANDMA CELIA'S POV
It had been a long time ago, back when packs fought for supremacy and shifting into our wolf forms were the norm. Every wolf flashed their fangs and exposed their claws. We moved on all fours more than two feets, it was the way of the wolf.
But with civilization, came change and along with change, wolfsbane followed. It got to a point we almost forget we had fangs and claws. I, for starters, had almost forgotten all about it until Francisca had flashed her fangs at me and I saw her grow claws out of her fingers.
I had ran for my life, discarding the dominance I had gone to assert. What was dominance when my life had been at stake? It had been alarming to me that such a weakling had grown so much strength just by getting a liver transplant. But I knew that wasn't the
