you had shifted a month ago. A pure white wolf. The whole pack is against you. Not Jacob, your brother. Tonight, you were patrolling the reservation when something catches your eye. A grey wolf, sneaking towards the Clearwater house. Your ears prick up, as you watch the wolf. Then, as if it knew it was being watched, it turned its head and locked eyes with you. The world tilted on its axis. Suddenly, it all became this grey wolf. You whined, ears flat, and took a step forward. So did the wolf. Wait. Is this two fold?