Temperatures dropped.William had moved the entire contents of the woodshed into the house and given up on opening the front door. Gave up on hunting fresh meat. His girls needed him. Needed the reassurance of their father that everything would be okay.He told them as such with as much of a smile as he could muster and prayed that they believed him. He prayed he believed it but part of him wasn't so sure. Half of his heart was missing. How could anything be okay after that?But he made the effort.William told his daughters stories that he made up on the spot, sometimes he left the nest of homemade quilts to act out scenes for them. He would prance around the pocket sized living room in wolf form with them clinging to his back giggling. He kept waiting to hear Melissa scold him, but the words never came. He even tried singing them to sleep on occasion but he didn't remember any words so he just hummed a broken melody.When weeks turned to months and the grip of winter still held them
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