Wolf Child

“I don’t believe it,” Grace muttered, “She couldn’t have already learned to transform into her wolf form at this age!” As Grace wondered what could’ve been going on, she was interrupted by the dinner howl. Every day, a wolf named Bailey would howl across the den to tell the other wolves that it was time for breakfast, lunch or dinner. “Momma?” Willow said in a soft, quiet voice, “You my momma.” I stared at her in excitement and disappointment. Excitement because Willow was learning to talk, and disappointment because?? well, there were things I didn’t want to tell Willow and talk about with her. I took one last look at Willow, then slowly walked out of the room. At dinner, there was chicken from the forest and beef from one of the nearby villages. I only ate a small piece of chicken. This was not because I wasn’t hungry, but because I was thinking about Willow. I wasn’t sure how she had learned to talk and transform into a wolf at such a young age.