Sinister's POV:
After my question, I studied her reaction. She averted my gaze, her hands were fidgety and she was afraid. Or rather nervous.
Tears streamed down her cheeks and she clutched her gown in tight fists while she hyperventilated. I exhaled and ran my hands through my hair. She put me in a tight spot. I didn't know what to do. Yet.
"It's not my fau-fault. I have always been scared of telling you. I didn't know how you would react to it. I thought you would kill me im-immediately. I was afraid of torture and pain. I'm so-sorry." She muttered incoherently.
She wiped off her tears with the hem of her gown and continued speaking.
"I pro-mise I am not dan-dangerous to the pack. I have never done any harm to any of the pack me-members nei-neither do I have intentions of hurting an
