Page 68 of Lost Girl

"Some, yes.” I chuckle, too. “They hadn't all made it to Rosewood yet at that point. It was only me, Soren, Cortez, and Niko."

"I don't even want to know what kind of trouble the four of you got into. Niko and Cortez sound like a handful all on their own."

"They are. I swear they were related in another lifetime." I nearly roll my eyes just thinking about the shit those two get into, hence why they’ve been dubbed Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb.

“So what exactly makes you all Lost Boys? I’ve been curious for a while now.”

“The name reflects them more than me. I was born here. They, however, originate from all the surrounding islands.”

Wendy hums pensively, her head tilting ever so slightly. “So you’re not a traditional pack. Interesting. Are their families here now, too?”

“No, most of them left their families behind when they fled. The only one who surfaced here with his mother in tow was Soren.”

“What were they fleeing from?”

“Their pasts.”

“Oh.” Her lips form a perfect O, eyebrows shooting up to her hairline as her mind visibly races.

“Some are worse than others, but like I always say: everyone makes mistakes, everyone has a past. Maybe I’m biased because they’re part of my pack but I believe they were all justified.” I won’t regale her of their sins, for they’re not my sins to share. And even if they were, we’d end up sitting here all night trying to get through a quarter of them. “Speaking of pasts, other than Peter and your piano skills, I don’t know much about you. Tell me something.”

Wendy gives a little smirk and sideways glance. “Like what?”

“Anything you want.”

“Well,” she sing-songs, “Let’s see. I was a nurse.”

I’m not even surprised to hear that come out of her mouth, shaking my head amusedly. “Somehow, I feel like I should’ve known that based on...” I trail off, but she knows exactly what I was getting at, offering a shrug.

“It’s the main reason I was so calm. I already knew what was happening. I just wanted the confirmation.”

The hand gripping her chair falls to her shoulder, guiding her further into my side. “So my little wolf was a nurse, what else?”

“Only child, raised mostly by my dad. Mum walked out and left me behind just before I turned twelve.”

Now this I’m surprised by. “Why would she ever want to leave you behind?”

“Because she loved getting high and I was in the way of that,” she deadpans, refreshing my memory.

“That’s right, I remember you mentioning that. It’s quite sad, unfortunate, too.”

“Mhmm, but it is what it is.” She shrugs again. “Dad raised me the best he could and I think I turned out fine.”

Shiiit.“More than fine, I’d say.”

A fierce blush colors her cheeks at my compliment but she seems to recover quickly, moving the conversation along without falter.

“What about your mum? What happened to her?”

“Well,” I sigh, wishing she hadn’t asked. This isn’t a topic I like revisiting much, although given how the conversation was going, I should've recognized we’d wind up here. “Like you, she miscarried when I was thirteen. Tigerlily was eight.”

“She did?”

My head bobs slowly, heart aching at the imagery flickering through my mind. “Why do you think the extent of my panic was so short-lived? I had an inkling of what you were going through. That’s why I didn’t press you too hard. I remember what Ma suffered, how torn up she was about it.”

“So basically she had a normal reaction.” Wendy’s tone is saturated with such self-loathing, it instantly presses a button.

“Stop it, we’re not going there again. I told you all those days ago and I’ll tell you again—you’re completely justified, just like the Lost Boys.”

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