Frankie
“Mom,” My brother says as he approaches us.
Jamie and I are struggling to hold my mother up. She is sobbing heavily as Carter reaches out to her.
“No, no,” Mom shouts. “This isn’t real,” She sobs. “Carter?” She looks at me, “Francine?”
“We-“
Carter touches her arm, and she backs away. “Mom, it’s me.”
“No,” Mom yells. “This isn’t real,” she buries her face in her hands.
“Carter?” Jamie looks at our brother, and he smiles.
“Hi, Jamie,” He tries to hug Jamie, but she backs away too, and he frowns.
Mom is still sobbing, and I reach out to her. She swats my hand away, “No,” she hisses. She turns away from us and shifts into her light grey wolf. Pearl looks back at us before taking off into the woods.
Jamie huffs, “I’m going to go keep an eye on her,” she mumbles, shifts into
