The Welby family stood on the second floor of their house, still confused. Only Mr Welby knew what he was doing. They all stared at one of the paintings in the hallway- a painting of a big black wolf with obsidian eyes and electric blue streaks staring right back at them under a full moon.
It was the same painting that held Ruth captive and mesmerized when she saw it for the first time.
"Father?" Rees still hadn't understood what his father meant by that painting.
"Do you know the story behind this painting?" Mr Welby asked, staring at it with moistened eyes though his face remained stoic.
"One day you came home with this painting. When I asked you about it, you only said that this is the gift." Mrs Welby said, recalling that day.
"Yes, this was a gift. A gift from Lord Walter."
Thea and Rees looked shocked at the elder man.