Hmm," came the soft sound from the oak tree.
Dawn fell on me in the thicket of the bush.
The witch's hut was deep in the forest path. I pulled my hood up and walked faster, trying to keep my mind on what I needed to ask her. My boots crunched on dead leaves, each step echoing louder than it should.
My uncertainties accompanied me in my journey.
The wolf in the Palace, is he really my son? Where is my son?
Halfway there, a movement blurred my vision for a while.
A white wolf emerged from behind the trees. Not white, but pure white, with a black stripe down his back like a shadow drawn by careful fingers. The stripe was so precise, so deliberate, that my breath halted.
I stood in shock still, regaining my breath from the shock.
It was a boy. The one I'd saved.
"Hey," I whispered,
