Theory

Standing off to the side while the other students practice shifting and honing their abilities is really starting to grate on my nerves. I hope Morwenna is truly finding a solution for me, because I don't know how much longer I can stand doing this. Having one foot in and one foot out, I don't completely feel like a part of werewolf society or even this academy. I am an outsider. 

I know I can shift, but others don't. I don't really care what they think, but the pitiful and sometimes spiteful glances they give my way test my resolve. Patience is slipping through my fingers like water at the moment. 

"Well, we already know about the eye colors your wolves have when you shift. You can either have blue or golden eyes based on which faction you belong to. Fur, however, can come in a range of colors, shades and patterns. Does anyone know why?" Professor Genevieve asks the class of students while I am sitting under one of the trees using my claws to scratch the bark.