About My Wolf

He looks at me, waiting.

"I was young, maybe like four. It's my first memory, and it's not really strong. I remember the pain and how different and alone I felt after."

"Anything you can remember? Were you in a normal room, on a chair?" He looks at me.

"I was on a chair. Alpha Draven held me down. We weren't at home. It was an unusual place; I've only been there twice. The first time, I remember a woman using magic to take my wolf. I was screaming, but they didn't stop. I passed out eventually, too tired from losing the wolf and woke up back home."

"Sorry, no one should experience that, especially not a fucking child with no choice. I know people sell their wolves, but doing it to a child is wrong."

I nod at his words.

"You said you had been twice?" He looks at me confused, wondering why I would go twice.

"I was about thirteen. Apparently, they needed a cleaner last minute, so it was me. I was older, and I saw things." I shrug slightly.

"Did you see where it was?"

"No, I was blindfold