Wendy bit her lip. “What if I’m not strong enough?”
“You are. It doesn’t take much, honestly. It’s not built to withstand much power. It sips at you and injects you with fear so you feel stuck until you are too weak to fight back.” I tapped at the table. “Now your wolves know what to look out for.” I turned to Rick. “Now your monster was different.”
He nodded. “Bees.”
“Yeah.” I rubbed my eye as phantom pain exploded there. “When they stung, their stinger felt like your bones were melting, but you got a boost of energy. There was a giant hive, feeding your energy but also torturing your wolf. He was almost dead by the time I got there.”
“But you killed them and saved me.” Rick looked a little lost.
“And almost died doing it.” My mom cut in.
I waved her off. “I was fine, hurt, but fine
