Hannah
I press the cotton gently, from this close, I can see the wound is deeper than it seemed earlier. My eyes roam his skin and I do my best not to let my hands do the same.
He has so many scars… Most of them have faded but many are quite visible. When did he get them?
Would they be much bigger if he was a human? Was he born a wolf…
I realize my hand has stilled when James speaks.
“I can hear you thinking. “
I freeze entirely, my heart racing. Oh, no…
“Can you?” I ask carefully and he laughs in a quiet voice.
“No, thank god. “
I shake my head and proceed to do what I was supposed to.
“When I was little I thought the worst would be if you could hear what the others were thinking. While this was what most of my friends wanted. I never understood it. “
“It would be terribl
