The Wolf

Lynn woke with a start. She had fallen asleep in the chair next to Syllea’s bed. The woman looked to see what had caused her to wake. She looked at the teen girl and knew that she was the reason. Syl was tossing and turning, tears slipping down her cheeks. Lynn thought to wake her, but the girl was suddenly still. Her tears stopped. The guard blinked in confusion, watching Syl carefully. “You’re here.” The teen whispered in her sleep. The relief in the girl’s voice eased Lynn, and she settled back into her chair.

Syllea sat with her back leaning against her tree of Lost Ones. She held a book from her Papa in her hands; her legs in front of her, one over the other, and her hair gently waving in the slight breeze made the teenage girl look older and oddly attractive.