[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
I looked at Madison and Cynthia, and they just bowed their heads.
“Let’s get inside,” I said to the kids as I led them gently inside. I felt I had to explain to them about everything and reminded myself to be gentle with it. I never wanted my kids to misunderstand everything, and the last thing I wanted was for them to believe everything they heard from the people around this area, especially in school.
Madison and Cynthia were too scared to speak about what had happened, so I focused on the twins. I made Devon and Diana sit on my bed and sat in front of them. I was scared this day would come—that my twins would start asking questions about everything they would hear from people about me.
“What is wolfless, Mom?” She asked the same question worriedly. “Devon and I heard the mothers in school about Wolfless Luna while looking at us. I don’t understand what that means.”