This Damn Man

HARPER

I cried all the way home. The forest wolf was a juvenile. It had been separated from its mother, and his herd was not far from that place. He just couldn't howl to call for help.

My wolf spoke to him before it breathed its last breath. At that moment, I couldn't control my tears. Even until his last breath, the wolf only called his mother.

Meanwhile, Mattia and his friends felt satisfied. They were so arrogant just because they managed to kill a wolf that was weaker than them.

"What's with your words? Is this still related to that forest wolf?" said Mattia as soon as I teased him with my sentence.

I focused again on pouring my milk. "The wolf is still a juvenile," I said.

"Oh my God, Harper! I'm not an animal expert; how do I know whether the wolf is still a juvenile or not? After all, it was his fate to die like that."

I felt that Mattia was very selfish in his words. How could he say something like that? He just doesn't know how tight I am or the sadness I have endured for al