12-Wolf.

Roman POV.

She has to shift, I'm waiting for her to do it, she does smell of wolf, but she's not doing it yet, why isn't she shifting? I want her to shift, I need to see her in her wolf form, for my own safety of mind.

"Onemore time Millie, try to focus," dad says trying to get her to do it, she closes her eyes, her whole body relaxing, it's her first, well second shift, and I knew she'll have some hard time doing it, but I trust her.

When her eyes opened, they didn't go to one colour, the one I expected them to go to, every wolf's eye shifts, they become more radiant, and they shine, but when she opened her eyes the multicoloured eyes took one colour and not one I would expect them to take, they weren't green or blue, not even brown, her eyes are black, the colour of a vampire's eyes.

Her teeth, I mean her fangs are now more prominent, they are showing off, she's a vampire, she's not one of us, and she'll never be one of us, I took a step back as dad took a step toward her telling