The once handsome man changes into a huge midnight black wolf with a white half-moon mark in his forehead. That’s the birth mark of every King in their wolf form but the color is not always black. The previous king is a brown wolf.
They are all shouting ‘hail for the new King, Hail for King Zeus.’ And I joined them from here.
I'm still shouting when I see my father looking at my direction. We lock our eyes together and by that I knew I'm in trouble. I shift back into my wolf form and run as fast as I can back home.
I know he will punish me, he always will.
I reach the pack house in no time and lock the door of my room. I know there is no escape to my father’s fury even the closed door can't stop him from hurting me.