The guardian and his last chance. Realization

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Dragol´s pov

My farm needs to be taken care of. So I discharged myself from the hospital. 2 f*****g days I had been in there. 2 f*****g DAYS TO MUCH. I hate to be confined to a small room like that. The hate I feel for something like that are so big that there is not a good word to describe it. Not well enough atleast. I am now atleast on my way back home. Home to my gardens and the chickens. OHHHHHHHH f**k the birds. Three days. So long have they gone without food. I started to run. Making both humans and wolfs to jump away from me. At last I sprinted out, thru the open doors. Just as I turn in the latitude of my home,  I hear a voice shout. "Dragol!"

I turned on my heels. Infront of me stood, none other than Jacob. He had his arms crossed over his chest. A frown on his face. And I retu