Natalie P.O.V
“Ahh, Natalie. Come in my child.” Maya was not what I had expected when I first caught a glimpse of her at the twins birthday. When someone says elder, you imagine an elderly person, maybe a bit fragile; slow-moving and wobbly on their legs. But, that wasn’t Maya. Was it the wolf inside her that made her so agile? who knew. But she made a quick impression on me as she ushered me into her pristine cottage. The low hanging beams stretched across the ceilings and balanced on top of the white walls. Her fireplace was as you would expect in such a building; large and open, charred black wood sitting in its metal shelf with black soot marks around the spit. Her chairs were high in the backs, upholstered in floral patterns and colours. And, her coffee table was covered in nick-n
