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....