It didn’t matter if I didn’t say the name; there must have been something on my face that said it either way, because they knew who I meant almost instantly.
Immediately, my mother covers her mouth with her hand, tears falling out of her eyes like waterfalls. For the first time, my mother lost her hold on herself and was left speechless, too emotional and inconsolable to speak and was crying her golden eyes out.
She looked so broken.
She looked like she had just lost it all.
“No. That can’t be true.” My father broke the silence with a voice that nearly shook the walls of the mountain. He looked petrified, completely unlike himself, but this was his son after all. A son he raised and took care of and loved. Even the Wicked Wolf himself can't keep it together when something like this h
