~ DRAKE'S POINT OF VIEW ~
The room becomes heavier and spooky. As the woman enters inside of my father's compartment without giving such prior notice.
She looks at me like a concerned one, like a mother to be exact. But, I know that she'd gone and travelled into a high place and full of serenity.
I bow my head before them, telling me that I have to go and leave the entire place alone. "Excuse me for a while, I have something important to do." said in a calm tone and way. I discreetly look into father's expression– sadness. I see the sadness in his pair of emerald eyes.
"May the ancestors guide you, a young werewolf." said the woman wearing a long yellowish gown.
She messes my hair like I am her child. Yet, I can't deny the truth that it gives me goosebumps every time she does it.
It makes me calm and feels safe. I don't understand, but her touch seems to be familiar and well-known.
