Chapter 17

Harper was shifting on stage. Right in front of the statue of the Luna.

Her dress was a shredded pile of fabric at her feet. Her body, both wolf and human, stood before the audience.

"Oh my God, she's a white wolf!"

"I've never seen a white wolf before!"

"Aren't they only legends?"

"Poor girl. Her first shift was on stage."

The deafening silence was broken by gasps and whispers among the crowd. Wyatt, who had stood frozen in place, snapped back to reality.

"Harper!" he called out to her. Shrugging off his coat, he quickly ran in front of Harper, trying to block the others' view. He looked around at the wolves who stared at Harper and gave them a warning.

Wyatt didn't want Harper to be emotionally scarred by what had happened and everyone's gossiping. Shifting was painful for every werewolf, but especially for a pregnant one. It took courage to show her pain and her deformed body in front of everyone's eyes.