Scars

[Charlotte]

“Or at least I think he is,” her voice goes from confident to uncertain. She places a hand on her head. “Things have been confusing since I woke up.”

“How long have you been awake,” I ask. She seems lost, both in mind and spirit.

“Something isn’t quite right about her,” my wolf sounds both hesitant and confused. “She doesn’t feel like our mother, not quite. Something has been taken from her.”

“I don’t know,” she admits sadly. “Until I saw you running through the woods, I was not sure if I had been here for days or decades. I have no memory of anything other than the accident and waking up on the table. I wish I knew more. I wish I had some kind of clue.”

She looks so close to crying she is so overwhelmed with emotions.

“And things haven’t been quite right since I woke up,” she admits. “Like my abilities. They are completely different. I seem to have lost the ability to heal, but instead, I can do this,” she raises her hands to the sky. “Create illusions. This has nev