"So your father was our Alpha?" The little girl, maybe four, hadn't been told much.
"Yes, he was not a good man. He hurt my Momma, and I had to be hidden in the United States so he couldn't hurt me either."
"I thought Alphas wuz good," she said as she looked down.
"Many are, but there are good wolves and bad ones in the world." I didn't know what to say to people who had grown up with my father as their absolute leader.
"Momma says she is glad da bad Alfa is gone," another said. "How do you know a good wolf from a bad one?"
"You listen to your heart, and your wolf," I said as I pulled him into a hug. Tapping on his chest, I smiled. "When a good wolf tells you something, you feel good about it in here."
"Okay. More story?" It took about an hour to tell them about the events of the las
