Alice had shifted into her wolf form. The blood on her lips was a tell-tale sign, as her fangs had come out and pierced two identical holes in her lips.
“Alice,” I said, kneeling down so we were face to face, “tell me what happened, honey.”
Alice’s voice shook as she told me about her afternoon. “I was watching a cartoon on the TV, Mommy, and there was this bad guy who was so mean. I got so angry, and then . . . and then it happened.”
“Your wolf came out?” I asked, sure to keep my voice calm. I didn’t want Alice to think I was mad at her.
“Yes, Mommy. My wolf came out, and I messed up the house so bad. I hid in here because I was afraid you’d be angry with me.” Alice bent her head, not meeting my eyes.
“Oh, honey,” I said, wrapping her in my arms. “I’m not angry with you at all.
