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Demi's pov

After, the cruel she-wolf who I was yet to know what name she went by took her leave. I stayed on the floor, my head buried between my knees with tears rolling down my cheeks at the thought of me being a problem to my mate.

I stink.

Months without a proper wash, being injected with different potions to weaken me, poor living conditions, no food or rotten food, and terrible punishments all contributed to my bad smell which will definitely take a long while to wash off if I could ever wash the stench off.

I was ugly.

The scars were there and evident on every part of me, marking my face, back, hands, and entire body creating a hideous look to my being.

I was weak.

I didnt have my wolf, I was twenty-two and I hadn't Shifted. My wolf was only present in my head which led to people calling me a wild loony.

I could feel Haris's hand on me as I cried, his small palm rubbing my back in attempt to soothe me, "It's okay sis, it's not your fault." I smiled through my tea