It was a dawn as icy as the chill Arata felt in his heart. Five years had passed since he last saw his sister, but the memory of Kitsuhira’s melodic laughter and gaze exploding with joy still shook Arata’s soul. He remembered that night with the perfection of detail that is only etched in our memory when we experience something unforeseen and atrocious… something that changes our lives in a flash, forever and with no way back. The Takahashi were a middle-class wolf family who lived on Shikoku Island, in the middle of Mount Ishizuchi. There, they owned an elegant cave with everything they needed: a marble fireplace, a refrigerator built with blocks of white rocks, bedrooms decorated with tiger skins, and a window to watch the prey passing nearby, so they could calculate the time to go hunting. Father, mother, and the twins Arata and Kitsuhira got along very…