Six months after the Crooked Man incident, Bigby Wolf finds himself in anger management. There, he meets Faye, a detective investigating a string of brutal murders targeting Fables. Torn between his new path and his wolfish instincts, Bigby must dec...
DISCLAIMER: The following story contains spoilers for The Wolf Among Us Telltale Game. If you have not played it and wish to remain unspoiled, I advise you to leave.
└── •✧• ──┘
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
2 WEEKS LATER
╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Bigby, would you like to share with the group?"
I looked up, noticing the silence that had settled heavily over the room. All eyes were on me, like I was the odd one out. Which, to be fair, I probably was. I took a deep breath, preparing myself to speak.
"Yeah, sure," I muttered, my voice rougher than expected. I cleared my throat, knowing I couldn't back out now. "I've been working on keeping the anger in check."
I paused, glancing over to Dr. Blaise. She gave me an encouraging but insistent nod, like I needed to say more. I sighed and continued, leaning back in my chair.
"But it's not easy. Life's been...hell lately. I'm doing what I can to manage it, but it feels like the whole damn city's got it out for me."
I shifted in my seat, catching a glimpse of the weather outside. Outside the window, snow fell slowly, blanketing the streets in white. Strangely enough, it felt like a bit of a relief, getting this off my chest.
Dr. Blaise leaned forward, her pen hovering above her notepad. "Why do you feel like the city is against you, Bigby?"
I took another deep breath, my fingers drumming on the chair's armrest. "Well, I wasn't exactly the nicest guy in the past. I've done things. Bad things that I'm not proud of. And people don't forget. They'll judge you, even if you're trying to change."
I glanced out the window again, watching the snow swirl. "And it feels like... no matter what good I do, everyone finds a way to throw it back in my face."
