That was a long time ago.

Once, his father ordered him to attack a group of people with wolves.

It was a caravan, and people called it.

The wolf boy didn't know what a caravan was or what it was for. All he knew was to obey his father's orders to lead the wolves and kill all the creatures in the caravan.

He remembered that there were about a dozen people, dozens of horses, some cattle, sheep, camels, and so on in that caravan.

He led the wolves, saw the caravan on the road, and the killing began.

Although the caravan was manned with escorts, those wielding knives and swords looked like chaotic wooden men to the eyes of the wolf children. Before they can start moving, the wolf child can see through everything.

For ordinary people, wolf children are like ghosts, like lightning. Without the guards and their reaction, their sharp claws cut their throats and chests.

The wolves he led rushed towards the livestock.

It didn't take long for the air to fill the air with a strong smell of blood.

He commanded the wolves, and the dead on the ground could eat the dead animals at will.

When the wolf is full, his mission is complete, and he can leave directly.

He crouched on a large rock and watched the wolf eat.

At this time, a cry was heard in the wind.

The wolf child's attention was immediately drawn to the cry.

Shouts came from the wagons in the caravan.

He quickly jumped off the stone and ran to the noisy carriage.

Because the wolves attacked the horses, the whole wagon fell to the ground.

The wolf child approached him, opened the curtain, and saw a man holding a child.

That person was not the same as the man he had just killed. She is very white and wears colorful clothes. At this time, half of her body was crushed by the car.

It was the child in her arms who made the cry.

The man held the child tightly and looked into his eyes with a look of great fear.

The wolf boy sniffed, he sniffed, these two people, there was a good smell, it was a sweetness, he knew, that was the taste of milk.

He had milk, but it was his she-wolf's.

When he grew up, he also saw the pups of other wolves drinking from their mothers' milk.

However, the she-wolf's milk is not sweet, but bloody.

Now, the woman and the baby have a smell of milk.

He took a deep breath and felt that it wasn't enough. He walked back and sniffed the woman and the child.

The woman must have been frightened and trembling.

He saw the woman crying, patting the baby with her hand and comforting the baby.

The wolf child was stunned.

He saw that the relationship between a woman and her child was that between a mother and a child.

Just like him and his she-wolf.

His she-wolf, however, did not smell so good, nor did a woman's soft hand touch his head so gently.

The mother wolf will only lick him, and the mother wolf has barbs on her tongue. When he was young, when his skin was still tender, the mother wolf would lick his flesh and blood.

The brothers say that all human children will have mothers and women as their mothers. Those women who are mothers will sacrifice everything for their children.

The wolf child looked at the mother and son in front of him, and had a strange feeling in his heart-

How he wished he was the child who was held by a woman with a bad arm!

If, like a child, you can be gently cared for by your mother, what would it be like?

The wolf child didn't know what he had done, and was so frightened that the mother holding the child in the carriage remained motionless.

He now has only one wish for his mother.

He forgot his father's command to kill all living things.

It doesn't matter if it's a human or an animal.

He completely forgot.