Chapter 106

Urthure Rexorthe Verum’s Point of View Years before everything began, way before werewolves existed. Beings called humans owned the world – they acted stubborn and arrogant, believing that they were the center of the world. I, on the other hand, am one of the things that humans abandoned. I grew up on the street and fought with my life for food. “Brother, when are we going to eat?” A fellow orphan on the street asked me – I felt bad but, I couldn’t find somebody to wrestle nor beg food off of. “Don’t worry, big brother will find food soon,” I assured her – but, I’m not even sure if I’ll be able to eat today. She nodded and I instructed her to wait just below the bridge while I get food for her. I roam the streets just like any other day to meet the disgusted look of the people around me – it wasn’t my fault I was abandoned, but I’ve always wondered where the hostility came from. Is it towards me, the child abandoned? Or is it towards my parents that abandoned me? I will never know, all