NORA
On my way back to the party arena, guilt twisted in my chest. The words I had thrown at Logan echoed in my head, sharp and bitter.
Why did I say them like that? I felt terrible. But what baffled me even more was how calm he always remained, no matter how harsh I was.
They called him the strongest and meanest Alpha, yet he never snapped at me. No anger, no frustration. Just calm. Like my rejection didn’t faze him. Did that mean he truly understood me? Did he care more than he let on?
My mind was a tangled mess of thoughts, and as usual, my wolf was silent. She had been like this for a while, distant and quiet, almost as if she was grieving in her own way.
Maybe she was letting me take the lead because she trusted me to handle it. Or maybe she was just as confused as I was.
Lost in my head……
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