“Understood,” he agreed, pulling off his sweater.
I supervised Andre while he transformed, doing my best to keep Sasha asleep as she had been for a while. He dressed again while I buried the shed fur under a pile of dirt and fixed his appearance as best I could. Fortunately his clothes were clean, and his sneakers were dry—he hadn’t worn them again.
I reminded him not to waste time.
I still didn’t like the idea of leaving him to handle such a complex task alone, but I forced myself to trust him—to have faith. After all, Andre was right: he was the only one capable of doing anything.
What bothered me most wasn’t the idea of being separated from my son.
It was how defenseless he would be if something went wrong.
What if the panther intercepted him?
Or anyone else at the station?
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