Ariana’s POV
“What is your name?” I asked, seated opposite him, a desk wedged in-between us.
“Bach.” His voice came out as barely a whisper.
“Bach,” I repeated. “Is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“Alright then. Bach, can you tell me why you decided to end your life?”
He lowered his head, pensively biting his lips.
“It’s alright, if you’re not comfortable with that then we can leave it for another day. Whenever you’d like.”
He fiddled with his hands anxiously, “No one thinks I’m worthy to be their friend.”
I knitted my brows together, “So you’ve had no friends?”
“I had just one. We were friends before I moved to the Central Academy. His name was Mark.”
I leaned forward, “Tell me about him.”
“He was the son of an Alpha wolf pack, the pack where I’m from. My father was the beta of the pack
