26: Hostage

Anyra

I stare at my silvery eyes in the bathroom mirror. They seem so different from my normal brown eyes. It’s strange to look in the mirror and almost see another person staring back at me.

I scowl at the reflection, loathing the meaning behind those eyes.

My mother had told me that when a shifter changes, their eyes change with them, signifying what station they hold in the pack. While the rest of me had returned to the way I was ...