A Wolf

Eighteen years later.

Astraea POV

“I am so sorry, Astraea,” said police officer Hestia Monvail as she sat in front of me with concern in her eyes. “I really want to say something, but I have no words for your loss…”

I stared at the blank space in front of me because I had no words for my loss or my situation. If God existed, then he was just being cruel to me. Wrapped in a blanket on this chilly