“You went out into the middle of the battle?” Sam couldn’t imagine herself at five running headfirst into danger. She knew he was brave, but she had no clue it was breathed into him from such an early age.
“I thought I could do something to help.” He gave her a little shrug.
“Did you? Help, I mean?”
“No,” he smiled. “I was no help.” The smile that pulled at the corner of his lips quickly disappeared. “When I went outside, my father was fighting off two wolves. Just as he was beating them off of him, two more show up and start attacking him. He was overwhelmed. I don’t remember what I was thinking, but I remember picking up a thick stick that I saw on the ground next to me and imagining hitting the wolves that were attacking my father. I held onto that stick for maybe two seconds before
