Leon.
Just one more day, and I would be tied down with Rachel. One more day to complete a part of my life and for once, I felt so much anxious about it.
The first time that I had been this anxious when mother had died, leaving me with a monster called a father. “You are no different than him.” My wolf reminded.
Or maybe even worst than him, because of the way that he had trained me and showed that women hold no significance to us men and they are nothing but dogs that we have to take care of all the time.
That is something that I would deeply disagree with because mother had been so good to me then. She had always made sure to stand up for me, feed me and clothed me while father had always looked for an opportunity to make her suffer.
Whatever that I had become today is because of the
