Chapter 19. The Painful Truth

BRIANNA’S POV

His surprised, pitiful gaze lingered on me and at that moment, I wished I had a shell I could coil back into. I wished I hadn’t told him. I could have just collected the book and when I got back to my chamber, left it there.

“Didn’t you go to wolf school?” He leaned in closer to me, his thick, sleek brows drawing in questioningly.

“I’m sorry,” I turned away from him and tried to put the book back on the shelf. “I shouldn’t have told you that.”

“No,” he reached out and stopped me. “It’s okay. You can tell me. We’re the only ones here. You don’t have to be ashamed... or afraid of anything. Okay?”

Ashamed? I wasn’t ashamed. I just wish I hadn’t told him. I didn’t want him to know anything about me. About my background. My childhood. Everything I had been through. He was my master and telling him all that was unnecessary.

Seeing how reserved I was, he collected the book from my hand, kept it precariously on top of the arranged books and