Night Wolves
Daphne said, still holding my hand.
"Rachelle, I beg you, do not go out there," Grandmother whispered to my mother, her voice stern.
My mother turned. "Protect my child, the princess."
Then my mother's body morphed and changed as she stood in the doorway. Fur as white as snow sprouted from her body as her nose elongated, her body shimmering until she was a huge, white Arctic Wolf. Then she leaped out of the tent, and there was snarling and growling outside.
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