Superpower

[Hyacinth]

“She called you a bad name,” his face is hard with anger. “She’s a bad guy. She needs to pay.”

Ash continues to twitch.

“We’ve talked about this,” I keep my tone steady and calm. “You need to let her go.”

He takes a deep breath, gives Ash one more contemptuous gaze, and then releases her mind.

Ash goes very still. A little too still.

“Drew,” I try to keep my tone light, but inside I’m worried that Bash has finally taken things too far. “Can you take Bash to pick up burgers and then head home? I need to make sure she is okay.”

Drew leads my son away, his face concerned as he looks back to make sure I’m okay. I’m not, but I give a little wave, reassuring him that I have the situation under control.

I wish I could say that this is an unusual occurrence, that it has never happened before but I can’t. My son developed this “ability” around the time he started talking about his wolf, a wolf he is FAR too young to have.

Over the last two years, Drew and I have had to learn how