"Where do I start?" Killian huffs out as he stands up from the bed to take off his sweaty shirt that was soaked from his nightmares.
"I was just ten years old, a son to my father and mother, and they loved me, and we lived happily," he starts, "but I could feel there was something that always bothered my father and mother." He explained.
"He looked restless, especially when the Goldcrest pack came to visit; for some reason, I was too young to understand," he says as he takes in a breath. Brynn comes close to him and entwines both their hands.
"I was in my room that fateful day. I had a big fight with my mom that I had no recollection of what I was mad about, and I cried and slept off. What woke me up was the unbearable heat in my room as I looked around to see that my room was smoking,
