It had been a week since we met my father and I was waiting for his call desperately, but he didn’t call. No message, nothing. I was praying for him to change his mind and hoping that he would realize we were right and he should stop hunting, but deep inside I kind of know that wouldn't happen if it's up to him. He is too narrow minded for that, but I don't blame him since he grew up like that. I was also raised by those 'rules', but luckily, Angel convinced me about what is right and what is wrong, before it was too late. Dad's childhood was very strict, since my grandfather f*rced him to kill at young age, but when I was at the age to do anything like that, there weren't any creatures to kill anymore.
“Just call him.” Angel says, as she can’t see me pacing back and forth anymore. I have
