"Moon Wolf, huh? The Moon Wolf is supposed to be white as snow. My hair isn't white, it's brown. My wolf isn't white either. If that's what this whole thing is about, then I'm telling you, I'm not it. You have the wrong person. Can you just let me go now, please?"
I tried to keep my voice from shaking. I wanted to sound logical, like I was just pointing out a simple mistake, but my heart was hammering against my ribs.
"We are still trying to figure out why your hair turned out brown instead of the traditional silver," Helen said, her eyes scanning me like I was a specimen under a microscope. "But make no mistake, you are definitely the Moon Wolf. The blood doesn't lie, Faye."
"What the fuck is a Moon Wolf anyway? I'm starting to think you're the were-witch Yuki wanted me to meet. This whole thing is crazy," I snapped.
