Ever since Edmund was born into this world, there hadn't been many people willing to lend him a hand. Most of the time, they claimed they stayed away because they were afraid of him.
They thought he was cursed, something that should have never existed in the first place. His parents, along with the rest of the world, had disowned him, but his wolf had never left his side.
His wolf was the only one who reached out to him, holding his hand when the darkness tried to swallow him whole.
The wolf might have been cruel and hard to tame, but he had always been the perfect protector and Edmund's only companion.
"I've always tried to guide him to become a better man, even in the past," the wolf said softly, voice like a low hiss. "But what's the use of guidance if he's not able to follow it, or doesn't have the courage to act on it?"
He continued, "Fortunately, in this lifetime, you managed to pull him out of his shell."
