I have to find Thomas, but first, there is something I need.
My feet carry to where I want to go before I can even think my plan completely through.
I dig through the drawers of my dads' desk pushing past papers, files and stress balls, looking for the little box he put there for mom.
I found it one a couple of years ago by accident and he explained that, as a human, mom needed to be able to protect herself in case something happened.
Sure, he has taught her basic self defense over the years, but even she knows, she no match for a wolf.
So dad got her a few things for reassurance.
My fingers skim the smooth wood of the box. I take it out of the bottom drawer and set it gently on the desk.
The box is unassuming and plain. Just simple oak with a brass latch.
Tentatively, I lift
