Before Luna knew it, her father had his jaws around her nape and dragged her behind a bush. A couple passed by, laughing and holding arms.
“Let’s go home,” her father said. The three wolves padded towards their own backyard.
“It feels weird to be walking on four feet,” Luna awkwardly positioned her paws and tried to walk in coordination.
“You’ll get used to it with time,” Iris kept her eyes averted and ahead, scanning for any danger. When they had settled underneath the apple tree, her parents started talking again.
“The wolf magic has been running in this family for more than 100 generations. No one has found a way to break the curse before. But it was prophesized that a white wolf would be born; Who would free us. Take a look at your fur, Luna,” her father licked his paw carefully and pierced his daughter through with his icy eyes.
Luna looked down at her fur. She looked at her tail, and even tried to rotate her head 180 degrees to look at her back.

Luna’s heart quailed. She was pure white.