Argent

I stand in the ruins of the old institution, staring at Aida. Her long, straight hair hangs in a single plait over her shoulder, and the deep brown reminds me of my wolf's colour. We match. We were meant to be. She is a tiny slip of a girl. Long lean legs lead into a long, thin torso and beautiful slender arms. I swear she is so tiny I could pick her up with one hand.

She took the shift amazingly well. She didn't scream and run away like most people seeing this for the first time. Like most humans who have witnessed a shift have done so before...