“I know, honey.” Marcie subtly wiped her eyes on the edge of her sleeve, not wanting Kaden to worry about her tears. She knew the keen edge of grief that he was still feeling, although it had dulled for her over time. He’d been blissfully ignorant, except for those mournful howls at night…
She didn’t want to let go of him. He’d been through too much on his own. “When you’re ready, we’ll talk, I promise,” she said, knowing Kaden would have a lot of questions. “Anything you want to know.” Not yet, though, he needed to rest and regain his strength and let the shock of his transformation ease into yesterday.