Words began to tumble from her lips, and I leaned back just enough so that I could see her face. She kept her eyes screwed shut, blocking me out at the same time as letting me peek into her past.
“My mother… She was sickly. My whole life, she was never well, always fighting, always struggling. My father did everything he could. Spoke to every healer we could find, but nothing worked. Her best friend was a powerful witch, and she made potions to help her, but the sickness always came back stronger, worse.”
She swallowed, and a horrible feeling started sinking into my gut. A sickly wolf? That wasn’t possible. It was unheard of, because it went against our very nature. The moon Goddess had truly blessed her children with good health, and rapid healing.
“What was wrong with her?”
“She had
