“My hand an-and h-head”
“And where is Martha?”
“She was taking too long to make b-fast” she answers. “I got bored.”
I assume b-fast meant breakfast. I find it cute how she has shortened the word.
“Tell me what happened, Aspen,” I demand softly, my voice distorted by my half-shift form.
She turns her head and looks at me. Unlike other kids, who shake in fear whenever they see this form, Aspen doesn’t look fazed. There is no stitch of fear as her eyes collide with me.
“I wanted to see warriors fight, like in our pack. I didn’t mean to. I bumped into her, and she got angry. I tried apolowgising but she didn’t let me. She hurt my hand. I said sowwy again, but she shake me.” Her speech is distorted even more because of her crying.
“You said sorry?” Sadie asks as if she wants her to be cl
