"You have a beautiful smile." Conrad said, but my self esteem was not great, so I did nothing but put more of my faults on the table.
"I have a scar on my face," I said.
God, Conrad must be walking away from me, feeling disgusted. That's what I thought before he said something that made my heart beat so fast.
"Eliana, Your scar only makes your beautiful hazel eyes stand more than before."
My lips waver as I want to cry. "But you still won't let me leave, will you? You want me here as a wolf slave."
"Eliana," He took the flower from my hand. "Do you remember what this flower meant?"
Conrad tried to bring the past, but I'm not buying it. "It doesn't matter anymore."
"Don't say that" He looked at me with his deep eyes.
I remembered the time, twelve years ago, when Conrad gave the flower every time he met me. It was a sweet move from him. I met him when he was in the hunting ground near my pack village in that winter….
