But why?
He's her father?
"You're too soft, Sylvie. Why do you so desperately want to be like them? You're special." His grip tightened around her neck to the point where it was difficult for her to breathe. "No daughter of mine is going to be a weakling."
"Papa, hurt."
"You were blessed by the god of Lycanthropy, so make use of your gifts. Don't bow to the rest of the filth around here. That's the only way I'll accept you. Otherwise, you're better off dead." Danzo suddenly threw her, sending her flying into the tree behind her.
I tried to catch her, but she passed through me as if I didn't even exist. They couldn't even see me. The moment Sylvie hit the tree, she passed out, and Danzo walked away, leaving her covered in her own blood and tears.
I thought it cruel. She was hurt by that was suppose to protect her.
Even me...
The person who was suppose to be her fated mate.
