CHAPTER 31 Memories 2

　　Erik’s POV

　　The next years were hell to me. Father and his wolf made my life miserable, pretending that they were doing that for my well-being. Bullshit.

　　“It will make you stronger, Erik!” Maverick Henderson, my father, the great warrior, said right near my ear.

　　I was blindfolded, so I couldn’t see him or anything at all.

　　Sometimes, he would enter, whip me, apply salt to my wounds and let me agonize. Or he would burn me. Other times, all that, but blindfolded, so I would feel even more the pain, as my senses would be sharper. And, when he felt just gracious, I would be left in the cell, alone, in the dark. Those were the good days.

　　“Why do you do it?” One day, I decided to ask.

　　As a child, I couldn’t understand what was going on, and I would insist on asking my father his reasons. One day, he threatened to cut off my tongue and he almost did it.