The wrath in me could boil up the cold sea and steam up the entire universe. I howled repeatedly, perched from trees to trees, pounced on the grassy, land and heavy mist of dust hovered in the space. I stood on my hind limbs and groaned at the tops of my voice wishing the universe could hear the barking of a bereaved wolf whose parents were murdered in cold blood. Left with nothing but my immortality I expected worse days ahead and joyfully with the help of my friend, who could see tomorrow, I looked forward to conquering Lord Mayor and his wolves. My eyes were red and carnivorous and...