Take Me Home, Master
“I’ve been searching for you for over a decade. I was so impatient. I was afraid that if I told you I was the Wolf King, you’d be scared of me and leave me. I didn’t mean to lie to you.”
I turned around, looked at him, poked his cheek, and said exasperatedly, “Stop talking nonsense. You’ve been looking for me for over a decade? How old am I this year?”
He looked at me, his gaze so tender it could melt ice, and told me a story about the Wolf King and his young master.
Thirteen years ago, deep in the mountains thousands of kilometers away, a wolf pack was thrown into chaos.
The old Wolf King was killed by a usurper, and neither his wife nor his daughter survived.
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