Before Aífe could run, the wolf shifted. Fur melted into skin, paws into hands, and a girl her own age stood before her. "I’m Maren," she said. "A wolfwalker. I can be wolf or girl, but the forest is my true home."
And for a moment, the hunters saw not a wolf, but a girl protecting her family. And the wolfwalker saw not monsters, but frightened people clinging to the only world they knew. wolfwalkers
When you feel torn between two worlds—the one you’re from and the one you’re discovering—don’t abandon either. Become a walker between them. Listen more than you judge. Show your truth, and stay curious about theirs. The wild and the tame, the old and the new, the human and the wolf within us all—they can learn to live side by side, if someone dares to take the first step. Before Aífe could run, the wolf shifted