Chapter 213: In Every Form, I Still Love You
"But I should’ve ..." Edmund lowered his head, his voice cracking like something inside him had finally broken. "I should’ve tried harder to control him. If I had ... maybe I could’ve stopped it. Maybe I could’ve saved them."
He buried his face in his hands, trying to block out the memories. "I should’ve run away before it happened. I should’ve left earlier, and then maybe ... I wouldn’t have killed them."
It might sound heartless, but deep down, Primrose truly believed that death had been the most fitting end for Edmund’s parents.
If Edmund had run away while they were still alive, there was always the chance he might run into them again, and that would have ruined his life all over again.
So yes, in her heart, Primrose was glad they were gone. Because if they weren’t, she might’ve been the one to hunt them down and make sure they never hurt him again.
"Edmund. Hey, Edmund!" Primrose called out, needing to bring him back to her. "You were four." She repeated more firmly, "You were just a four-year-old boy, and the only thing you ever knew was pain and fear."
"What happened back then ... it wasn’t because you were a monster." She reached for his hands. "It happened because your parents didn’t protect you the way they should’ve."
They didn’t protect him from the world and worse, they didn’t protect him from themselves. So the part of him that was supposed to guard him—his wolf—had no choice but to take over.
"But still ..." Edmund mumbled, his head bowed low. "Aren’t you scared of me? After what I just told you ... after knowing what I’ve done?"