Chapter 20: Symbol of Change

Devon

I sit on my bed, staring at the thing in my hands. A small candle is the only source of light in the small room. It’s an old compound. Not every room has electric light.

The silvery metal feels cool against my skin, and I turn it over and over, viewing it from every angle, and becoming familiar with the object once again.

It’s been years since I’ve seen it since I’ve seen any part of him.

I can’t believe he left it by mere coincidence. It was a tactic to draw us to him, to lure us into his egotistical war.

The wolf’s ruby eyes blaze out at me, the fire spewing from its mouth reflecting what little light exists.

I remember my father wearing it when I was younger. I remember how beautiful I thought it was and how confident my father seemed whenever he wore it. In fact, there was rarely a time that he didn’t wear it.