I was still not convinced by what Ares was saying, even though I knew that he believed what he was telling me.
Ever since the first time I transformed into a wolf when I was a little girl, I had been a disappointment; I was a mistake, and nothing would convince me or anybody else otherwise.
What he said about the white foxes made some sense, but it was not enough to persuade me, and even if he was right about that it didn’t really change much. I was still not powerful, and my appearance wasn’t what really the important thing.
He was still clasping my hands, and when I shook my head in disbelief again he pulled me closer so that I had to tilt my head to look up at him.
“What made you come here to find me?”
An innocent enough question for him to ask, but I knew there was something beh
