_Killian's POV_
"Aah, aah, this hurts so much," I moaned in pain as my mother gently applied medicine to my wounds. Each touch sent waves of agony coursing through my body, but I gritted my teeth and endured, knowing that the healing process was necessary.
"I'm sorry, Killian," she murmured softly, her voice filled with sympathy. "I know it hurts, but this will help you heal faster."
"What's all this noise about?" my father snapped, his tone sharp with irritation. "Stop whimpering like a wounded pup, Killian. You're such a pussy."
My father's expression darkened with anger as he loomed over me. "Pain is a sign of weakness," he spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "Real wolves don't complain about a few scratches. They endure the pain and rise above it. You should learn to do the same
