Alone in the dark

“That's good, I'm glad” Wylan said, meaning it. He would have spared them all the blight if he could have. Oleander may have found a cure, but the damage was already done. The woods of Wylans childhood were ruined. 


Spider's next words left him feeling watery again, though he tried not to be. “How did you know?” He sniffed. He was trying not to let Spider see his pain, but Wylan wore his emotions on his sleeve.


He listened to what Spider had to say about the two litters and gave the other wolf a small smile. “Odette is beautiful. She's my dad's impossible child. But… my mom's never coming home. That's what Odette means. It's not her fault, and I don't want her to ever know that's how I feel.”