The little blue-eyed wolf girl shot me a crushed look. “Because I’m broken?”
Blind? I was instantly contrite for yelling at her. Knowing she couldn’t possibly understand my real motivation.
“You’re not broken.” I corrected her. “There’s nothing wrong with you. The fact that you have such a challenge and have been able to overcome it, makes you twice as strong as everyone else.”
“I can’t see and barely hear.” She argued. “Do you know what a pack of wolves does to those weaker than the rest?”
Slaughter them.
Yet, they hadn’t killed her.
But now, if I had to guess, I’d bet she lived in that house outcast from the others.
“You seem to hear me.” I pointed out.
She paused, as if realizing that, surprised her. “What are you?”
“People say I’m a Spark.” I explained in a covert voi
