Cahill
"I miss my dad. I do. And everything feels like shit to me. That's why I want you to kill me, Mr. Cahill." Theodora implores, with the desperation to die in her eyes, as she raises her head to look at me.
"You have so much to offer, Theodora. Your life is just starting." I say, my tone low.
I know she must have had a hard time when her wolf made her kill her dad and ate out of his flesh. It was a horrible thing to do to one's parents. And it's the fault of her late dad, still. He was too chicken to bite Theodora and caution her properly. Instead, he made someone else do it and left the girl wild and dangerous.
Theodora's story is really touching. And I can tell that my men are beginning to feel sad for her as well.
"It wasn't your fault, Theodora. Your late dad is the cause of your ill-stinking predicament." I say, as I slip out my hands from my pockets and fold them across my chest.
