Edwin paused in front of his bedroom door. He gulped his spit down his dry throat. The memories of the day when he lost control of his wolf and attacked Elsie and Lester flashed in his mind.
He did not mean to harm them. How could he? They were his family. One of the handfuls of people who cared about him. And what they got in return for that?
Hurt and disappointment!
Edwin wanted to take a step ahead but hesitated. His mind wandered to Rees. He was with his family, and Edwin knew who else was there with him. He placed his hand on his pant pocket in which was the brown piece of cloth.
He did not know how long he stood there. Maybe minutes or hours, he did not know. But he could not stand there anymore. He had to override his weaknesses.
Mustering all his courage, he opened the door and stepped inside. The coldness greeted him like never before. As if it was waiting eagerly for his arrival for ages.
