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“Maybe Father Auguste is right," Henry started thoughtfully, rising from a bench. "Maybe we should wait."
From the back of the tavern, Peter stifled a burst of laughter. Henry gripped the edge of the table.
Adrian turned to Henry with a withering glare.
"Maybe, my son," Adrian said quietly, "you should find your courage."
Henry took a labored breath.
"You want to hunt the Wolf?" He narrowed his eyes, spurned. "All right, then. Let's hunt it.”
― Sarah Blakley-Cartwright, Red Riding Hood

“Henry...your father was a brave man."
He continued attacking the metal with a sledgehammer, brutally hacking at the anvil. She wasn't sure he had heard her. Then, he stopped short, the hammer hanging heavy in the air, the fire snapping in front of him.
"I was close enough to smell it," he seethed, not turning. "But I was afraid. I hid from it."
Clang!
I didn't do anything.
"I should have done something."
Clang!
"I should have saved him."
Valerie saw that he was destroying all of their half-finished projects. They would remain that way forever.
"I've lost someone, too, Henry—I know how it is. Please, come away from the fire."
He didn't.
Clang!
"Henry, please."
One of the fiery specks spat out of the forge an landed on Henry's arm, searing his flesh. Punishing himself, he did not stop to remove it until finally, with one quick motion, he gestured violently towards the door, shaking it off.
"Valerie, leave," he snarled. "I don't want you to see me like this.”
― Sarah Blakley-Cartwright, Red Riding Hood