Little

Lysa

My son was worried, I could read in his eyes that this was something that really scared him. In all this time I had never seen him like this, it was as if he was giving off a terrible fright, as if he had seen something that traumatized him.

I hugged him, holding him in my arms to bring him my warmth. When I felt his heartbeat, I could sense that it was racing.

“Go play with your brothers for a moment, Luvioc. Stop thinking about the war.” I said, kindly.

“It's not time, this is war. Mom!” she shrieked, angrily pushing me away. He clenched his fists as if he wanted to throw a tantrum, a scandal, as if he wanted to throw himself on the ground and kick madly.

“Stop it Luvioc, you're just a child. We will protect this place, there are many wolves who will protect you.” My voice became much sterner.

“They will be here soon. Mom, they might come tomorrow..." he started to say, stuttering, his eyes dilated, as if he was in a trance.

That puzzled and alerted me at the same time. I looke