Alarix's POV.

"Rix, where the fuck are you?" Celeste hissed.

I held the phone away from my ear as she ranted on the other end. I was mindlessly walking home; I've been walking for about two hours... I can't get Lila out of my head, but I want to keep her there. Engraved into my mind like a tattoo.

I chuckled at Celeste before resting it against my ear again. "Have you finished?" I giggled.

"Oh, for fuck sake... You spoke to her, didn't you?" She complained.

"I tried my hardest not to, but she spoke first. She lured me in without even realising." I groaned. "Cel, she's amazing. Wolves...