As I place the last buttons on my sleeves, I picture what her wolf will be, I know she is the daughter of that healing wolf. My grandfather tried to marry her grandmother years ago, but she met her mate, and so did my grandpa but he still regrets leaving her, he literally found out what she was after he met his mate by accident.
Imagine what joy his own dad felt being a werewolf hunter himself, that is why he is so excited to know there is still hope and so close to, we need her not just to stay healthy, strong and powerful. Something the old nursery stories don't tell you is that there is always more than just a simple kid's story.
My cell starts to vibrate and there she is my little witch b****, "Tell me she already got her wolf the suspense is killing me." are the first words sh
