I WILL ESCORT YOU TO THE ALPHA

"Why do you have scars?" All of a sudden, Iris changed the topic, as she looked Cane in the eyes. She was still clutching onto his sleeves.

"Your father gave them to me," Cane replied bluntly.

"They must be so painful."

"They are."

"Will the scars heal?"

"I don't think so."

The night indeed made you vulnerable and let you say things out loud that you would never admit when it was bright. The obscurity softened your heart.

"Too bad. You have a warm soul." Iris frowned slightly when she read what he said.

"I no longer have a soul." He had sold his soul in exchange for the freedom of his people. There was nothing left of it anymore.

"Yes, you do. You have the warmest soul, but you are in so much pain." Iris blinked her eyes, it seemed it wouldn't take long before her sleepiness took over. "Your beast is in pain. You have so many scars."