IRIS
Dinner at my parents’ house was awkward. We were all at the table thankfully as I had forced myself to join them. My mother moved food around her plate without eating. My father stared at his plate, his shoulders hunched, chewing on the food like it was the most interesting meal he had. The clock on the wall ticked too loud as I also struggled to swallow my spaghetti.
I was beginning to regret my decision by the minute.
My father cleared his throat, breaking the silence, "How is the little girl? Lily?"
"She is healing." I picked up my fork again, needing something to do with my hands. "The healers say her wolf is strong."
My mother's hand paused halfway to her mouth. "Poor thing. Would have loved to visit her."
I frowned slightly. They were free to visit her. They were also he
