Chapter 152

He blinked hard, wishing he could block out all those voices, but it would be a futile attempt so he didn't even bother.
She was always pouting. No matter how hard the wolf tried to scare her, baring its teeth and growling at her all the time, the girl was never scared of them. She'd purse her lips into a pout, glare at him through those shiny brown eyes before she moves a few distances away from him, lowers herself to the floor, and began telling him stories about anything and everything.
That girl was his greatest guilt. It wasn't his packmates who died in that hellhole. It wasn't his female packmates he'd been forced to molest. It wasn't Nalaila. It was her.