CAROLINE
"Good job," I smiled at Jackson as I finished checking his math exercise. "You're done. Go grab a biscuit".
He frowned. "You mean a cookie?"
Right. I'm not in the UK.
"Yes, a cookie".
A few minutes later, Holly and Mavis followed him, and I stretched, thinking back to what had just happened.
I'd spent an entire hour with children. And after the initial anxiety, it hadn't been that hard ... quite the contrary. Their cheerfulness was contagious, and I'd soon found myself relaxed and light-hearted - I hadn't felt like that for a long time, and it had also helped my wolf to come forward: it had been hard to fight the urge to chase her away, an instinct developed in over more than twenty years of rejection, but I'd managed it. And for a while, I'd felt her presence and her occ
