Curse of the Wolves
We continued eating in relative silence, but that didn’t stop my parents from scanning my body, lingering on the parts of me that were clothed as though they were desperate to peer at the scars beneath.
Finally, after the Gods had demolished three entire pizzas to themselves (each, might I add), my father gained the courage to ask what all of them had likely been wondering.
“So, how is it that you’re alive? Something must’ve happened. You—You vanished right before your birthday, kid. I—we—well, we weren’t sure what to think. Alpha Felix…” He trailed off, his thick brows gnashing together. “He’s really dead, isn’t he? Killed in a house fire.”
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