“She’s a what?!” The Crone gasped. “No. That is not possible! There’s never been a null wolf. That would be an abomination.”
Whimpering, I stepped closer under Troy’s arm. He growled. “Maybe I’ll kill that b***h, too.”
We watched as the Crone knelt down in front of the empty space, and put her arms up, like circling them around the globe. I couldn’t help it. I broke free from Troy and knelt.
The Crone’s hands were around my head.
“I’m dead, you know.”
That wasn’t the Crone. In fact, she was frozen, mid-scene, and it wasn’t my mother talking.
It was the Mother.
Goddess, too many damn people had control over my mind. It was getting tiresome.
She walked over to Troy and looked him up and down. “Well, at least you found a good-looking one. Decent, too. Good man. I’ve been waiting to me
