Having devoured a bunch of gophers, wound hundreds of circles around the field outside the city, Il lay in the tall grass until the evening, looking with empty eyes at the vibrating wires between the power line towers. She was angry with herself for her impotence. She cannot fix the past of Goran's flock, she cannot save underage girls from his clutches, and each of the widows and mistresses will have to live with terrible memories and bleeding wounds in her soul until the end of her days. It was not enough to kill the Vengeful Wind. Il wanted to tear out his paws, blind him, stun him and throw...