It had been so long since Cory lost his mother. On that afternoon when he was 11 years old, he heard his mother arguing with the old king in the office because he was too weak.
It was said there was a sort of magic that existed in this world that could make a weak wolf strong. His mother was fighting for him for that tiny possibility.
The old king knew how to do the magic. He was such a powerful wolf. He knew about everything, but he refused to help his son and killed his mother for it.
Cory would never forget about that afternoon when he came back home from the forest.
The old wolf was pacing in the living room anxiously, waiting for him.
When he saw Cory walk inside the house, he smiled at him very rarely and his tone was gentle.
He asked the little boy, “How’s the school doin
