On the morning of my final day of life, I walked along the mountain paths for a long time, until the sky had darkened before I finally reached my destination.Back when I wanted to please Clover, I had gone to Martha, the best cook in our pack, to learn how to bake a Wolfheart Cake.She was in charge of cooking for the training grounds, and in her spare time, she taught me how to bake.Back then, my whipped cream would always fail, and my baked cakes were either sunken or hard as a rock.Yet Martha never made fun of me. She patiently taught me step-by-step how to mix the batter and control the oven temperature. When I finally baked a perfect cake, we were both thrilled beyond words.Later on, when I was often bullied and left to go hungry, she would always give me food. I desperately wished I had a mother like her.But not long after, Martha left.I heard that her daughter, Emma, ended up jumping into the river to commit suicide. From then on, Martha quit being a cook and lived alone i
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