Cleo
The next morning, I made my way downstairs to make breakfast. I was nervous. I didn’t know how other pack members would react to my wolf. Eric said he had never seen anything like my wolf. Was I different? And if I was, then why?
“There is nothing wrong with being different,” Midnight said, yawning.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” I told her.
“Well with how loud your thoughts are right now, they could probably make the dead rise and start dancing,” she replied.
“Says the one who can’t talk normally. Do you know how many times you screamed and yelled last night?” I asked her.
“Are you seriously going to tell me you kept count? And, besides, last night was a party. Everyone was excited,” she replied.
“Why is our colour different?” I asked her.
“I don’t know. You would hav
