"Your bravery reminds me of your father," Acantha voiced after being quiet for a while.
"No matter how hard I try to overlook it, I see his face when I look at you. How did he die?"
I lowered my gaze, talking about my parents had always been a sensitive topic for me. It was something I didn't fancy discussing with anyone. It was the only topic that could break an Alpha like me. Georgia was the only one who had successfully managed to get a word out of me concerning it, and it was probably because she experienced the torture with me.
"I'm sorry for bringing that up, it's fine if you don't want to talk about it," Acantha apologized.
"No, it's okay," I bit my lower lip, making my expression stoic. I needed to get over it, and also build my relationship with Acantha. For Ellen's sake,
