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The walls of the castle certainly didn't hold very fond memories. I clenched my jaw as I touched the stone wolf's head in front of the gate and patiently waited for the gatekeeper to inform my parents. I couldn't imagine that was a pleasant conversation. Or nice surprise.
I hated my parents almost as much as they hated me. When I refused to do their bidding and turn into my father, they gladly punished me until I was barely breathing. Unable to break my wolf, they threatened everything I held dear to me. So I cast off my title and ran. Not that they actually cared. This way, they didn't need to hand over the reins to their empire. I was almost sure they liked having a "lost son". They probably used it as a way to win sympathy and make themselves look tragic. They were tragic, alright.
