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Emory I open my eyes and stare up at the full moon. My senses are overpowered. I can hear and see things from afar. I smell everything from my mom’s cloying perfume to the dirt coating my paws. I look down at my new body. My paws are large and covered in white fur. I turn my head to look over the rest of my body. I am stunningly white with a fluffy tail. “You’re beautiful, Emory,” my mother says with a smile. I open my mouth to talk but only a wolfish whine comes out. Mom only smiles and reaches into her purse to pull out a hand mirror. She holds it up for me, and I see a white wolf with golden eyes. I have a long snout. I’m larger than I expected and I hover over my mom. I expected to be red, like my hair. This must mean something. “White wolves are rare,” she says. “Your grandmothe