"Don't eat too much, you rascal!!"
The morning the next day, right outside the cottage, Enzo heard his mother bark at his younger ones inside. The night before had been the most fulfilling he had experienced in days.
A good night of sleep had suddenly become something very scarce in Enzo's life. It was always one thing or another these days.
"Hehe." Enzo laughed bitterly as his gaze fell back to the snow, thoughts flashing through his mind as a memory replayed in his head.
That bloody mess he had seen at home—his brothers crying and the open maw of his father as blood seeped through the corner of his mouth.
There was no welcome-back gift worse than this—watching his father's lifeless body sprawled in front of him—and now he was forced to leave his home for these strange lands because he took revenge.
Humiliating. Utterly humiliating.
