The Heartwood Story; two continued.

The mother- not even a mother, but the deadly wolf stared with a blurred vision at the site of a blackened demon. Only a smile could be produced, as blood trickled down from her back and mouth, as the world seemed to be filled with a scarlet rage.

Priapus was right, after all.

She was just like her father. Down to the cruel bones where in the end, where she had taken the life of another, while the ex-husband, taken the life she gave, to another. As her throat as clenched and rip, the wolf could only mutter a single phrase.

"I curse you."