⌘ Ⅱ. Back to Glasgow

  Clara Chancelay was finishing her last carry luggage to the car. It was March, then spending time in her mother's house in Glasgow and back olny in May. Her parents had separated three years ago, but peacefully because of their employment. That way, she could have the same relationship with the two without fear of anything. 

   Veronica Chancelay lived in the capital, but when vacationing liked to pass them on their home field next to Clara, who would visit them every year. 

- Welcome, daughter. 

- Finally got. 

   Clara received help from mother to carry the bags to her room, which always continued the same way: the curtains were light cream color, as well as the sheets. The bed and the wardrobes were made of ivory and had a desk near the bed with some books she liked to read while there. 

   However, there were two things that left the girl fascinated and happy to be in that house: the first is that house, however that does not look like he was there for over eighty years. Her mother said she lived a couple of brothers and their parents on the spot. However, it is not known what happened and the family just disappeared. 

    The second thing, therefore the most important to her was that he had an extensive garden in the back and a wheat field not far from there. Had some limited types of flowers such as daisies and dandelions, but for Clara diversity of flowers not important but the fact that this place gave her welfare and she was there pretty much all day. Veronica was inside the house, most of the time resting routine that had pulled the work and so was permanent peace between them. 

   The breeze was blowing nice: neither cold nor hot. The clouds passed lazily across the sky, which was already taking the orange cast of twilight. For her extremely satistatório be there while waiting for the call from the college. While preparing to take a big step in her life, flowers and peace garden that helped her to think about the future clearly and accurately. 

   Clara thought she saw a shadow in the wheat fields, but various animals passed the night there, so that was no reason for her to worry about. 

   Already had arrived the night before she knew it and it made ​​her back into the house, where Veronica was making dinner. 

   A nose starts sniffing her leg. It was a medium sized wolf, with black and the even darker eyes. The animal howled for a while and sped off through the fields of wheat.