Madeline:
The good thing about this library was that everything was detailed and organized.
There was a gray book that Graham picked from one of the shelves, and we both sat between the aisles on small stools.
“This is it. Look, it says ‘The Gray Wolf.’” He opened the contents and pointed to one of the headings.
A strange excitement rushed through me.
Growing up, I was told so many times that I would never have a wolf that I began to believe it.
So when I first transitioned and Graham told me my wolf looked different, gray in color, I felt thrilled.
Maybe now people would talk about my wolf the way they once talked about how I didn’t have one.
I was lost in thought while he searched for the page about the gray wolf.
His loud sigh and a confused grunt pulled me back to attention.
