Cat got off the Northern-Bound Rapide. It had been a three hour long train ride from Oklahoma to Nebraska. She rubbed her sore arm and walked out of the station and stood at the entrance, waiting for her uncle to pick her up.
"What a run down place this town is," she said quietly to herself.
She surveyed the train station. She'd heard from her mother that there were about a hundred people in the town, most of them adults, but the amount of graffiti on the walls was horrific. The train station was either so old it hadn't been cleaned in decades, or the teenagers in town were hooligans.
Cat highly suspected the first. The impression her cousin, the lynx, had given her the last time she'd visited, made her think that the people of the town were strict with their kids. All the lynx had done when she'd visited was study.
A man walked up to Cat and Cat gave him a hug.
He was about 1.9 metres tall. His hair was greyish in colour, but not because he was old. It was a mystical sort of grey - beautiful but strange. He had wrinkles on his face that showed how time and pain had worn him down.
He was the wolf, Cat's uncle.
Cat and the wolf walked to his car and they drove off towards Crabapple Farm.
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An Imperial Affliction
Fiction générale"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves."
