-Phoenix-
Three months later…
I had attended quite a few sessions by now. Mia and I were diligently working through my issues, discussing what I had experienced. However, she also respected the aspects of my life that I wasn’t ready to delve into yet. I had shared with her about my parents and my brothers.
Despite our alpha lineage, none of them were fighters. Their deaths had been swift and easy, but the haunting look in their eyes lingered with me. At the time, I felt nothing. They were merely a means to prove myself. Yet, looking back now, I felt a profound sense of regret and guilt.
They couldn’t believe their eyes at what I had become. My father, as I plunged a knife into his chest, had called out to me, attempting to halt me by reminding me of who I was and who they were to me. B
