“I’ve missed you so much!” I cried. “Please, tell me you’re not dead, that daddy isn’t dead.” For a long time, I wanted this moment. I wanted to be with my parents again. My mom pulled away from me, holding my shoulders. She had tears running down her cheeks.
“Oh, Ashlyn. I wish I could tell you we aren’t dead, but that wouldn’t be the truth.”
She took my hands in hers. “Come sit. We have little time,” she said, leading me to sit on the big rock I had been lying on moments ago. When she turned to face me, I could tell she was now serious.
I sniffled, “Mom, what’s going on?”
“I need to tell you about us, sweetheart. I wish I could have been there when you shifted. Tundra is such a beautiful wolf.” Tundra wandered over and sat by our feet. She purred as she rested her head on Mom’s lap
