Wolfish mother, and friend? She was talking about my mother from the pack, another foster mother since my heritage was unknown.
My good mother and Naomi.
However, I believed that the little boy and I were basically the same; fate had dealt us the same cards.
I was also an abandoned baby before my first mother had taken me in, against her husband's wishes. Only in the case of the little boy, he had more than one friend, and wasn't bullied.
"It's true what you think, but even as a young boy he had seen the differences between him and my other children." The witch spoke, of course, still reading my thoughts.
"He feels confused sometimes. And I am sure that seeing you two compounds the confusion. He would want to know more, would be curious to see your world."
"Would you let him?" I met her gaze squarely, wondering what lie she had told the little boy—that he was a giant Quafar?
She laughed, and I didn't need a seer to tell me she had read my mind.
