Moira's POV

The pack members stare at my massive silver wolf form in stunned silence. My snow-white coat gleams with divine radiance, each strand of fur catching torchlight and throwing it back like spun starlight. The lavender and pink of my ears mark me as something beyond their understanding.

"If she's evil," someone whispers from the back of the crowd, their voice carrying clearly in the sudden quiet, "why can she transform into a white ...