IRIS

It’s been a week since the humiliation at the Lycan’s Haven.

A week since I stood like a fool while another girl kissed Darian in front of me like she owned him.

I’ve skipped every tutoring session with Adrian. And he hasn’t reached out. Not even once.

Part of me hates that. That he could invite me to that stupid dinner, then disappear without a single word, no explanation, no apology. Like what I saw was a fragment of an imagination.

But… a smaller, more fragile part of me is glad he didn’t. I don’t know what I would’ve said if he had. Screamed? Cried? Begged for answers?

Pathetic....