‘Do not dream my child…dreams are a luxury for our kind. We have spent all of our money, on gambling our lives with Lady Luck. We can’t afford to extend our debt…’

The young cub tiredly listened, as he gazed up at his father.

Nobody loves them. Nobody liked them. Nobody needed them. They were the vermin of society.

Simply because they had fur, instead of smooth skin, they were indiscriminately hunted down.

Killed and killed and killed, until the world was bathing in the wolves’ blood.

‘Father, does every one hate us…?’ The young cub sadly whispered.

‘Not everyone. The ones who love us, live in the sky. They smile just as bright as the sun and no matter what time of day it is, they bless us with safety.’ The father brightly said, as his eyes warmed.

They young cub was satisfied to know that someone other than his father loved him. He finally yawned in peace.

His father’s musical, storytelling voice and the soft gentle dance of the waves, left him sleeping.

Knowing that his son was finally asleep, his finally returned to their true colour. His eyes never warmed, behind them a frozen palace of sorrow could be found.

To end his story, he mumbled:

‘In exchange for our debts, they gave up their lives. Just so that the royal blood line could continue. You my child are the Last of your kind.’

As the sea continued humming a soft tune of waves, he rubbed the child’s head, as he thought about the future of the prince.