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I drove Alexander to Lonna and Max’s. She settled the boy in the kitchen with a piece of pie.
“He’s so thin,” she said when she joined me and Max in the parlor.
“Look, I know that you’re already overwhelmed with what’s going on,” I said, “but I had to get him out of his house.” I related what had happened and my suspicions.
Max nodded. “The boy’s energy field is off. He lives in a lot of fear, and not of the spirits.”
“Can you do something for him?” I asked. “He’s technically one of you even though he has lycanthrope parents.”
“As far as you know,” Lonna said. “He could be adopted or from a previous marriage. Or his father could suspect he’s not his. It’s extremely rare for two wolves to produce a little wizard, especially one so strong and talented.”
“The mother’s boy is dead, s
