''Etamina'', My mom gasped as I reached for my toast that morning at the breakfast table.
"What?" I asked, bewildered by her frantic expression.
"What happened to you?" She demanded, her gaze lingering on my shoulder, which was inadvertently exposed.
I felt a wave of panic wash over me as I instinctively pulled my shirt back, hoping my long-sleeved top would conceal the healing cuts on my shoulder inflicted by Jamul.
"It’s nothing," I quickly dismissed, watching her stand up.
"It’s not nothing," Mom insisted, her voice rising. "I’m a wolf too, remember? I know how quickly we heal. The only reason you’d need bandages is if you haven’t healed yet, and if that’s the case, the cuts must have come from another witch or wolf."
I sighed, aware I didn't want to lie to her but knowing th
