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What the hell?
Wolf.
Wolf?!
When?!
My mind is racing. I thought it was impossible. I'd only shifted once, on my nineteenth birthday and just barely so. The last time I'd felt her was on my wedding day when I realized that Russ didn't love me and that he would never love me.
Not an inkling of Willow had existed in my head since. I hadn't even known her name, never heard her voice. I had started doubting myself, wondering if I had imagined all of it, thinking that maybe I had some kind of personality disorder.
I doubted my shift especially as my parents only showed their disappointment. They never said anything to me about it, just murmured conversations I overheard.
"It's an embarrassment..." my father would say. "We should have abandoned her the minute we knew she was an
