He Regretted Dearly When I Let Go
Language: en
It all started because the wolf-mother who raised me snagged a thread on Eleanor’s favorite dress – Eleanor, Benedict Thorne’s childhood sweetheart. In a fit of rage, Benedict summoned the butchers. They hacked off my wolf-mother’s four paws, then tossed her into a vat of sulfuric acid. I cradled her dying body, screaming at Benedict. “I told you I was raised by wolves! How is this any different from cutting off my own mother’s limbs?” But Benedict just stood there, a cold mask on his face, shielding Eleanor’s eyes as he looked at me. “You’re nothing but a stray my stepmother picked up…