"He thinks it's my fault." Her grey eyes locked on the white-haired old man. He was crouching although he didn't really feel pain. He couldn't, as his brother Creation had created pain so that only mortals or demi-mortals could feel it.

"I'd say I'm sorry, but we both know I'm not," he admitted, moving closer to the woman in the blue star-studded dress thanks to the cane. He didn't make eye contact with her, but he still knew she was looking directly at him.

"You never are," she said reproachfully. She didn't like being made to feel like she wasn't a firstborn goddess. Which she wasn't, but she still had more power than mortals.

"My dear granddaughter, along with love there is hate. And just as love can turn to hate, so can the reverse. Nothing works one way." He finally raised his head and looked at her. His eyes were as white as his hair, looking like they had been marked by Time, but she hadn't touched him.

"They never had to meet. Everything was working right until you messed it up." Her eyes sparkled, showing her anger. Wolves were her creatures, she fashioned them from nothing. She gave them a form, power, and abilities that humans didn't even know existed. They were perfect. She didn't understand why Fate had to go and change it. Moreover, without her permission, showing her that his power was greater than hers.

"The world needed more bridges. We burned too many by doing nothing. All the wars, the famine, the fear. It made my soul hurt." Tears glistened in the old man's eyes.

The one he called his granddaughter laughed. The cruel sound bounced off the walls and filled the room without boundaries. The walls weren't real, they weren't real, but the old man seemed to forget that, according to her.

"It's their fault! Your stupid imperfect creatures!" she raised her voice once more. She hated it so much that she had to compromise and merge the souls of some of her children with ordinary people. Wolves were perfect, wolves were powerful and in connection with humans, they lost this power needlessly.

"People aren't perfect, you're right. That's why they're so magical. They make mistakes and then do everything to fix them. We should learn from them." His white hair covered his face, but the sentiment oozed from his voice. No proof was needed.

"I don't understand how you can be so stupid. You've lived so long, but you haven't learned a lesson. People are cruel, but my wolves... They make homes together, untouchable fortresses, where they can be together and happy. And you just put it in jeopardy on a whim. My precious child's soul is suffering.” This time it was she who had tears in her eyes. Just the thought of someone endangering one of her wolves pained her.

"His soul will be healed. It just needs to be connected with its other half," the old man answered her without hesitation. He never acted without a plan, and even now, he was sure it would work out. After all, he was Fate himself.

"I hope you are not mistaken, or you will know my wrath," she warned him and left the room angrily. The only sign that she had ever been there was the starry sky. He looked up with his white eyes to the sky, closing his eyelids in delight at the sight of the beauty. He was at peace and knew that his chosen ones would soon be too.