“When grief and pain cause your madness, no one sees the pain, only the madness.”
***Wolf’s POV***
I walked the familiar road from my past. I walked into Centar, a poor city of soldiers and farmers, and quietly slinked to the home of my youth. I knocked on the door, and when Patty opened it, looking pale and sick, I pulled her hood back. “Lily?” She asked, amazed.
“Hello Patty.” I said. “How have you been for the last 25 years?”
“Not so good.” She answered. “Father is dying and I shall shortly follow.”
“May I come in?” I asked politely. Patty stepped aside, and allowed me to pass. The small cottage had not changed a bit. It was still dirty, musty, and cramped. There was still the small wooden table, in the kitchen, with small wooden stools, and a vase full of dead flowers
