Diego pushed me to the wall mirror next to the table and followed me, staying behind.

“Look for yourself,” he said muffledly, pulling off his tunic and opening a shirt torn at the seams. A second - his shoulders were heard in breadth, causing the fabric to crackle plaintively. “I am a werewolf not recognized by my own clan. When I was ten, instead of the long-awaited first turn, I had fleur and fairy ears grew. When their father saw them, he grimaced with disgust. A week later, at a family meeting, he announced that he was preparing his youngest son as successor. Because the older one… he no longer...