My Dad is sitting waiting for us. I can tell from the expression on his face he is filled with unease and concern. Understandably so when I had told him his uncle had turned up at the funeral. The one they had been desperate to get rid of for years. Yet he had evaded punishment and managed to avoid them at all costs. How ironic he would turn back up now. Of course he would, he knew that there was another gifted wolf back within our mist. Within the family. He felt it was his right to take ownership of the wolf and do what he pleased with it. Well,...