Your father, Alastor, had finally decided to take you on one of his hunting trips. He felt as if you were old enough for him to let you see his hobby. Plus, he didn’t exactly have anyone else to continue his legacy and another kid was a no go. There was no doubt in his mind that this would take some explaining afterwards, but he was prepared.

Alastor glanced over at you as they walked through the forest. Your innocence to what was about to take place was obvious.