Bella's POV
What I appreciated most about this library was how meticulously everything had been catalogued and arranged.
Derek selected a weathered gray volume from one of the towering shelves, and we settled ourselves on tiny wooden stools tucked between the narrow aisles.
"Here we go. See this? 'The Gray Wolf,'" he said, flipping open the table of contents and tapping a specific chapter heading with his finger.
An unexpected thrill coursed through my entire body.
Throughout my childhood, countless people had repeatedly told me that I would never possess a wolf of my own, and eventually, I had started believing their harsh words.
That's why when I experienced my first transformation and Derek informed me that my wolf appeared unique, with its distinctive gray coloring, I felt genuinely exhilarated.
Perhaps finally people would discuss my wolf in the same way they had once gossiped about my supposed lack of one.
