The wolf had finally returned to his human form, and except for the brand across his face, had recovered from his injury, but only to a degree. His dark blue eyes watched cautiously as the gypsy boy tended him.
The boy held a spoon to his mouth and waited patiently until the man parted his lips and accepted the broth. The boy sighed in relief. “You’ll see, brother. You’ll grow strong and well, and everything will be as it should.”
“You’re my brother?” The man didn’t remember having any siblings. But then, he thought wryly, he didn’t remember much of anything.
The boy waited until he took another spoon of broth then set aside the bowl. “We’re of the same line, although I was born to it.”
“Sorry?”
He took the man’s hand and turned it palm up, holding his own beside it. Quite clearly the
