TRISTAN
"You are so busy nowadays, Tan." Lyra stated for the second time. The first time was when I refused to open the door and let her enter my room.
"I always am." I didn't care to prove it otherwise again. I grabbed a file from the desk and flipped through it, though I wasn't reading a single word.
She sat on the couch and crossed her arms. "Busy… avoiding me?"
I didn't lift my head. She knew better. She always knew. Yet, she decided not to believe herself.
She leaned back, pouting her lips slightly. "You don't even look at me anymore."
"I look when there is a reason." My tone was cold, the same I would use on anyone else.
"A reason?" Lyra's laugh was soft but bitter. "How about this? I am here to introduce myself as your chosen luna."
I finally lifted my eyes from the file, meeting hers. "Chosen by who?" I asked flatly.
She straightened, her chin tilting higher. "By the council. By your pack. By everyone who matters." Then her tone dropped. "Everyone… except you."
