Felix's pov:
It was so quiet in Y/n's house. He was not used to it. No one came barging into his room in the morning and yelled at him like his father always did. They had a complicated relationship. Jim blamed his son for the death of his wife and treated him like shit. He forced the poor boy to do everything he liked and Felix was too scared to stand up for himself.
"But now I'm safe. He can't hurt me anymore. Y/n will protect me." Felix smiled as he glanced at the ceiling while laying in bed.
His father punished him with violence every time he did something wrong. Felix couldn't count how often he had lied to his teachers about the bruises on his face and how many times he covered them with makeup. He always said he got injured in his taekwondo class. His teachers seemed to believe him.
"Now I don't have to lie to someone ever again." The Werewolf boy whispered as a soft knock was heard from the door.
