They walked out of the hill, and they transformed. Davina’s wolf was little, of course. She was nearly the size of a normal wolf. Her name was Una. Una was white too, she only had a faint red mark on each of her legs. Grace smiled. That meant one of her parents was from a stronger caste, and that made Grace understand why the little girl was so brave. She was thinking she would find out who the parents were, and she might put her in a different caste.
While they ran to the tree, she also noticed her strength and speed, which made her certain they were wrong when they decided she belongs to the Omegas.
When they arrived at the tree, they stayed in their wolf form, and instead of transforming, they opened the lines between them to mind link.
Grace just wanted to tell her about when and h
