Chapter 11: Truths of Heart

POV ALFRED

There is no enemy that gives us more fear to face than the one that holds our heart as if it were an ant that could be crushed with a force that I never imagined words could have.

To that enemy in question, it makes no difference that my strong arms are fighting against the tissue of my traditional suit, and it takes a little more effort on my part for me to fit inside it. There are also colored feathers between my straight hairs that go down to my shoulder, but even they don't guarantee me all the luck I need for this night.

" My son is the most beautiful warrior of all. "

My mother compliments me as I arrive.

I almost didn't notice her presence, my thoughts tend to block my other senses when I'm thinking about Akira. That's what moonlight does to the wolf in us, it plays with our emotions just as it does to the tide and to the reflections of a river. And again I forget that my mother is still standing behind me, waiting for a response from her son.

"Thank you, Mom!"