Otsana
“Killed?!” I yelled, feeling my heart race. I didn't expect him to say that. I had hoped for something less tragic. I was heartbroken.
“Yes, she was killed. It's a lot to handle. I know. I was young then, around fourteen years old. My dad died when I was little, so my mom took care of me on her own. Then she died during an attack on our pack. It wasn’t easy for me. I was terrified, thinking I would never recover. I watched my mom bleed to death after being stabbed in the stomach, trying her best to protect me. She was killed in cold blood.”
His tone turned dark, and I grew scared. The food I had picked up on my fork fell back onto the plate. I was worried about everything.
“You're going to be fine, right?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. He turned to me, nodded gently, and let ou
