*River*
The bells toll midnight as I quietly enter the sanctuary through the front door. I'm always amazed at the peace that descends over me as I stand at the back. This simple church has a way of easing a troubled soul. It's a fine testament to the memory of my brother, a gentle man who never raised his voice in anger or lifted his hand to harm another.
Out of respect for my mother's teachings, I cross myself quickly before walking toward the altar where candles flicker. I kneel before the railing and bow my head, but I no longer pray. My soul is beyond redemption, and I won't insult the Goddess by asking for her help in seeking vengeance.
"I was afraid you wouldn't come," the she-wolf kneeling beside me whispers.
I had always thought Mia was the most beautiful she-wolf I've ever see
