“There is a small chance you could live without your wolf, but…” I stroked the fur on Nala’s muzzle. “She probably didn’t know that. She probably took some of it from you so that you had enough time to say goodbye.”
Abby shook her head. “I was always going to die.”
I nodded. “Yeah, but I think your wolf gave you enough time to get used to it and to write your letters. To tell your mom and dad how much you love them. And to hopefully get a chance.”
“A chance at what?” She stood on shaky legs. “A chance to see my wolf die?”
“No baby. A chance to find a cure. A chance to meet me.”
I had finally pushed enough power into the pup for it to lift her head. “Hello there sweet heart.” I brought her up to snuggle and then put her on her feet. “Nix.” I nodded, and she was already inching closer.
