Arshe continued to slowly eat, again telling stories about himself and his past, making sure to tell the darker tales of when his father abused and constantly whipped him.
Describing the gory details of how quickly he healed as alpha which meant that no one else knew. His mother, who knew what was going on, wasn't any different as she not only paid any attention to him but also whipped him, taking out her frustrations on him.
Tahra was appalled at the story she heard and deep within her, she couldn't help but be glad that his parents were dead.
"I can't imagine how you must have felt!" Tahra said stretching her hand out to comfort him by tapping lightly on his shoulder.
