#Chapter 294: The Decision

Nina “I’ve made my decision,” I said as I stood in front of my father. We were in my father’s study, which was lit by a few small lamps and a fire in the fireplace. My father was seated in a tufted armchair by the fire and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, staring solemnly into the fire. There was a somber elegance about him; he was incredibly handsome and looked young for his age, but his dark brown, almost black eyes showed years of pain behind them. He had salt-and-pepper hair that was somewhat long and pulled back into a knot at the nape of his neck, but some shorter pieces fell forward into his eyes. He had a slight beard and mustache, but I could still see the lines around his mouth from age. Around his eyes, he had wrinkles as well, but his wrinkles didn’t make him look very old. I knew that he was over fifty years old, but he didn’t seem like it; it made me wonder if werewolves led longer lives than humans. Around us, the walls of the study were lined fro