EIRA’S POV

My stance was showing bravery, but my heart was weak. Tonight would be our leaving, going to the Red Moon Pack. I had no words for Colden, even farewell.

What the heck am I thinking about him? So what if I don’t see him for the next centuries? As if he will contribute something about my life.

I convinced myself that Colden had nothing to do with my life, but my head could not push him out. The images of him were hunting me like an air who touched me even without seeing him.

"Fira, has your decision not changed?”

In Fira’s affliction, the heaviness in my heart...