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Two weeks later

It has been two weeks now since my son and I left the hospital. We live in the downhill city, which is not far from the hospital. This place is quiet and peaceful even though one could barely see a half wolf. The house is an uncompleted building that was used by wolf hunters in the past before the werewolf community sent them all away and marked their territory. The body of the house is made of crafty, beautiful bamboo sticks. Its roof is made of blue trampoline sheets. There are no windows yet, but I was able to find aluminum sheets, which, to me, look great.

My little son Leo is growing so fast already; his presence in my life gives me hope; he is the essence of my existence.

It is 12:15 p.m. As usual, everywhere is calm and peaceful, but there was a noise. While I laid my baby down in his cot, I peeked through my windows and saw a young man. I could only see his back, but from his back, you could at least make a guess at what he could look like. From his back view,