Lamb

“You left as a lamb and came back as the king of the wolves.” A lanky woman purred at the disheveled boy before her. His eyes were wild with fear.

“I don’t remember you. What have you done to Alan?”

“Alan hasn’t been here for a long time. I’m surprised you don’t remember my face, Ray.”

The boy’s face puckered. “My name is Reynard.”

“Of course it is, dear. Now, where was Sloan hiding you all these years?” The woman looked at the torn rags on the boy that he kept trying to rearrange. “Where have you been living?”

“I’m not telling you anything until you tell me where Alan is.”

“You’re a fierce one. Just like your father. Don’t worry about Alan right now. He’s spending time with some old friends.”

“If you hurt him, I’ll kill you.” His fist tightened as the woman gave a pleased laugh.

“I’d expect nothing less, Reynard.”

A church bell echoed in the distance and the woman watched Reynard mouth a small prayer. She only had a couple hours before the rest of the coven came looking for him. He wouldn’t last the night if they did. The bright ones never do.