I saw her wolf. She is my mother’s wolf, of that I am almost certain. The same colorings. The same markings. The eyes. Everything about her is so distinctive. I was in awe as she shifted. So was my wolf, Bane. I could very faintly sense that in him, even though I could not shift. I do not know why this continues to happen. It was not the first time. I had not been able to shift for a long time. I think Bane was dying. But still present in some form or another. But I hoped the things we heard from Tristan, my father-in-law, would push him into wanting, needing to shift. The desire for revenge. The need to harm him. So I tried to shift and there was still nothing. Yet he had made me pause my attempted prowling around Tristan, my father-in-law. I had been close to attacking him, but his words
