Seeing that he didn't want to answer, I didn't press him further.
Now, looking at his furrowed brows and timid eyes, my heart, which had endured countless battles on the battlefield, was deeply pierced.
I called my wife and ask her to come back and be with our son too.
But as soon as I opened my mouth, she said impatiently, "The pack is currently preparing for an important sacrificial ceremony. I'm swamped with work. You stay with him first."
She had never once mentioned to me about such a significant matter as preparing the sacrificial ceremony.
When it came to making decisions regarding pack affairs, she had always been like this. She preferred to make decisions on her own first and then inform me, leaving me always the last to know.
Although I had long been accustomed to this, at
