Genevieve's POV…

I was staring into the face of a fellow werewolf; and not just any werewolf, Toby. His appearance was much different than mine. He still had the long, smooth muzzle and gleaming white teeth. But his fur was pure white, and a black spot covered his left eye. His eyes were not my golden amber, why, they were turquoise blue, almost the color of the Thames. Toby bared his immense fans, and snarled. As I took one good look at the black fur surrounding his left eye, my hand immediately shot to the back of my neck. When I was in my wolf form, I had a white spot on the back of my neck.

"Easy, Toby," I soothed.

As I inched toward him, he let out another snarl, deeper than before.

"Listen, Toby, I know what that's like. Believe it or not, I'm a werewolf too," I whispered.

"Prove it," he hissed in a voice much deeper than his human voice.

It was odd; most werewolves chose not to speak. Most of us choose to stay mute like our ancestors. However, Toby was the kind of young wolf who was non-traditional.

"Alright," I huffed.

I quietly inhaled, and began to think. I am fearless. I am powerful. I am speed. I am strength. I am the wolf, I thought, encouraging my mind to transform. And suddenly, almost like magic, slick black fur poked out from my pores, and I was on four paws. It was true that one thinks we can only change during a full moon, such is true. But, they know not that we my also choose to transform by will. I avoided this at all costs, for I liked living normally among humans.

"See," I said, turning in a circle so he could inspect every inch of me. "I'm just like you."

The white wolf lowered his ears to his head. "I'm sorry," he said.

I sniffed in his direction, and began wagging my tail. "Did you know your parents, Toby?" I asked.

He shook his head. "I was taken to the workhouse just after I was born."

I could remember once, when I was very little, when my mother had come home from a trip, and she was large with child. I waited so many months to find out what caused my mother to inflate so. I was told two years later by my father that Mother was pregnant, and she lost the baby. I was then told by my nursemaid that they gave the baby up, a little boy.

"Well, Toby, you know of your black spot that there on your face?" I asked. My tail was wagging a mile a minute.

"Yeah," he replied.

"Well," I said, turning around again, more slowly this time. "Look 'ere," I said, flashing my white spot.

"You 'ave a white spot!" he shrieked happily.

"Yes. Do you know what this means, Toby?"

"No."

"We are siblings," I calmly said.

His ears perked up again, and he began to step back. "But, but, 'ow?"

"Don't you know? Werewolves with corresponding spots are in relation somehow. It's a proven fact. If they are blood siblings, they bear the spot the color of their sibling's fur," I said, gesturing the end of my muzzle toward his face. "I 'ave a white spot, and you 'ave a black spot, face it, Toby, we are indeed siblings." Whew, that was a mouthful. I was lucky that I knew my werewolf history.

His face suddenly angered, and he tried to snarl at me. But something stopped him. He then loosened, and the next thing I knew, he was smiling. He stepped forward, and began to repeatedly lick my muzzle. He stopped. "You're right, Genevieve, we are siblings! I thought you looked familiar."

"Yes, and you looked familiar to me."

He looked down the tunnel. "What do we do now?" he asked.

"Easy, we protect Mrs. Lovett," I said proudly. "A woman of 'er quality all alone is not a good thing. Then again, she 'as got Mr. Todd,"

"I do not trust Mr. Todd. Do not mention 'im in my presence if you'd be so kind," he hissed.

I nodded. "I agree." Even though Mr. Todd was kind enough to chop off my soiled hair, I sure got a bad feeling about him when he held the scissors so close to my face.

"Toby! Genevieve!" called the familiar voice of Mrs. Lovett from atop the bake house stairs. "Fresh meat pies are up 'ere with your names on them."

Toby looked at me. We slowly both began to morph. Once on two legs again, we took each other's hand, and ran to her. She must have been feeling better because she practically ran behind us into the pie shop. Toby and I immediately dug in. As soon as we were done, that's when things started to get interesting.