Give it back that what was lost. Remind him of his humanity, of what it means to live. Think of joy, of happiness, of love the voice continued to whisper, the tone of the song beginning to change from dark and depressing to one of a more uplifting and cheerful melody that made the wind swirl around us and the air to grow more cold and the sun to shine brighter in the sky.
I sang. I spread my arms out to the sides, my voice continuing to rise. The feral wolf continued to fight but its struggles grew more and more weak. It's eyes glowered at me. I could sense it's confusion and it's distress and sought to soothe it. Bailey's Lycan had relaxed its stance, its eyes fixed firmly on me, it's head c****d as it watched me with glinting eyes. Leaves began to swirl in the air and drift off in the
