Wolfish mother, and friend? She was talking about my mother from the pack, another foster mother since my heritage was unknown.
My good mother and Naomi.
However, I believed that the little boy and I were basically the sa; fate had dealt us the sa cards.
I was also an abandoned baby before my first mother had taken in, against her husband’s wishes. Only in the case of the little boy, he had more than one friend, and wasn’t bullied.
"It’s true what you think, but even as a young boy he had seen the differences between him and my other children." The witch spoke, of course, still reading my thoughts.
"He feels confused sotis. And I am sure that seeing you two compounds the confusion. He would want to know more, would be curious to see your world."
"Would you let him?" I t her gaze squarely, wondering what lie she had told the little boy—that he was a giant Quafar?
She laughed, and I didn’t need a seer to tell she had read my mind.
I exhaled, giving up on creating stronger mind guards. However, I decided that when I got ho, that’s the first lesson I would entreat Laura to teach .
"Actually, I let him have the truth. I’m not a good fan of lies, unless necessary. I would rather avoid the topic altogether."
Like how she had been avoiding my and Diana’s questions.
Speaking of Diana, I turned aside, shocked to my roots when I didn’t see her again. Neither her nor the Quafars.
Alarm flared within .
"Where is she?!" My voice harsher than it should be, since I was talking to soone stronger than —without El’s backup.
"She is fine. Although I’m afraid for your senses. I thought you were aware."
"And I thought you were not a fan of lies."
The witch chuckled, shaking her head. "You listen well, but not too well. I said I’m not a good fan. And how could you not be sensitive to the departure of your sister? You should be alert at all tis. Your senses should be up and about!"
Why was she shouting at ? I wondered, noticing the creases on her forehead, the frown masking her face. What manner of transition was that?
What is this? A lesson? Unfortunately, I wasn’t interested.
"Where is my sister, witch?"
She laughed again. "Calling a witch, like you aren’t one."
A teasing pause that only served to grate on my nerves.
"She is with my children. She is safe, and has been accepted into the flock. Currently, she’s with my child—the one you sapped off energy from, two nights ago."
I cald down imdiately, deflating under the weight of that last sentence. "I am sorry about that."
"It’s as I said, Maya—ta your curiosity, or else you’ll be landing from one trouble to another. Huge troubles."
I rolled my eyes, unable to help it. "Stop emphasizing it, if you won’t give a sneak peek into what you are talking about."
A pause.
"So, back to the boy. Will you let him see the surface world?"
Since we fell into this place from the forest floor, I presud we were underground.
"If you make the right decisions," She replied.
I threw up my hands in exasperation, frustrated all the more by the woman’s laughter. "What do you an by right decisions?"
"Just that." She answered. "Right decisions. Well, if you listen to your other, you will be just fine. But we both know that you can be stubbornly curious, right? It’s why you went along to the cave with the Lycan’s son and lost your virginity."
I blanched and blushed at the sa ti.
I didn’t know those two could be possible until that mont.
I knew she knew a lot of things, but that...
Worse, she looked amused by my reactions.
"The funnier thing," she said, "is that you don’t know what to do with him now that he has made an appearance in your life again."
Now, we are on that topic...
"What should I do then? He seems keen on doing it again."
"But he doesn’t know who you truly are, does he? Do you want to continue living a lie? Don’t you want to know the truth?"
"And what is the truth? What happened that night when I was almost murdered?"
For the first ti since I t her, the strange witch looked torn.
And when she looked away from , toward the window, I knew she wouldn’t be telling what I wanted to know—the truth.
"You will find it out yourself."
I didn’t bother to dignify that stupid comnt with a complaint or shout.
"Maya, you are on a journey... one where you won’t be offered truths on a platter of gold, but rather through thorough seeking—to make you appreciate the truths more and work with them better."
A pause, where she stood up and ca to sit beside .
She slled of the clean green forest after rain. I almost pushed closer to her, but for the budding resentnt I had toward her.
"You may think you are good, perfect, but you are lacking in character—fickle, stubborn. The truth will only make you act recklessly now. However, finding it out on your own, at the right ti, will make you act wisely. Wait for it."
Another pause.
"I know you are impatient. But wait for it."
Her explanation didn’t make things easier, but it made the anguish bearable—at least a little.
"So, any advice at all?"
"Just listen to El. She will be coming up soon. Always rember that she knows more than you do."
I nodded ekly, having no other choice.
Discover the truth myself? Wouldn’t that an there was more to what had happened on the night of my first death?
I looked at the witch, knowing she knew what was going through my mind, hoping for a yes or no, but she said nothing; she had recovered her blank expression in record ti.
"So, the little boy will be let out if I make the right decisions... I see... What about the story behind the Quafars, the story about you? Will I have to discover that myself too?"
A thin smile touched her lips. "I think I am allowed to tell you so things about us."
Allowed?
My brows furrowed. Who was calling the shots here? Because surely it wasn’t this strange witch or the Queen.
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