Andrew reached a long arm down and let his fingers brush against the side of Joshua's face as the boy spoke. He was well aware of the fact that Joshua had suffered a great deal. The wolf had told him enough, even if it wasn't a lot or too in depth. And Andrew had seen the scars. They were faint, but Andrew knew it took a lot to scar a werewolf.
"Shoud I even ask about your mother?" he asked quietly.
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