The Death of Family

They had spent hours that night talking about Astor's plan if someone could call it a plan at all. The white-haired werewolf was consumed by anger, a raging emotion that had been created by all of these years he had been oppressed, thrown aside, and mistreated. Now feeling like he had a little bit more power than before he wished to use it, end his misfortune. Grasp that bad weed that had grown in the garden of his heart and pull it out with all his might, roots, stem, and everything.