Evelyn
“I think it’s a marvelous idea,” I say, only half-examining myself in the mirror. Mostly, I’m watching Emma’s face as she applies my makeup.
“It’s a bold one,” she concedes.
“I like it, too,” Mom says from behind me where she’s putting wildflowers in my braided hair.
“Really?” Emma and I say in unison. Though mine carries more excitement and hers carries more surprise.
Mom lets out a laugh, and my heart swells. She’s been doing so well, especially since the displaced werewolves took up residence in the King’s palace. She’s been visiting with them every day, helping out where she can.
I can tell it has helped her to feel useful but also to interact with our own species. No matter how important it is to bridge the gap between werewolves and lycans, it’s understandable that going
