Ross
It’s nighttime, and Lysander is yet to be back. The house feels a little quiet without him around. I do miss him a lot, and I have tried to reach him, but all calls have been left unanswered.
He will come around, I guess.
“Mummy, is uncle Lysander coming back?” Joey asks. He seems very concerned.
“Maybe not today, but he will come back.” I kiss his forehead.
“Do you want me to read you a bedtime story?” I ask him, and he shakes his head.
“I am a big boy now.”
I smile, ruffling up his hair.
“Of course, but you are still my baby.”
“Mummy, will the uncle be found? He is a bad man. He makes wolves go crazy,” Joey says. My eyebrows furrow.
“How much has the Moon Goddess shown you? Has she shown you more things since the last time she did?”
“No, but she told me that the pack memb
