Wolf Magic.
TIFFANY’S STORY.
Tiffany.
I stepped into Ruby’s new backyard and stroked my dad’s fluffy head, running my fingers through the grey fur with a sigh. I was impressed with the health of his thickening pelt. He was healing so well since coming home and living at Jackson’s house, no longer in the wild fending for himself.
“I brought you guys some chicken and vegetables.”
I walked over to the porch and took out my supplies. Mom had sent me with Tupperware tubs full of warm food. I laid out the three porcelain plates and served their food before stepping back to stare at their lunch. I hated the fact that our fathers had to be fed like, well... dogs.
I sat on the porch step in Ruby’s back yard as two of the wolves stepped forward and began to eat.
My father stared a
