~SYLION'S POV~
"Fool! You should have claimed her years ago!"
The voice of my wolf echoed inside my head as I paced across the narrow hallway, the folded letter burning hot against my palm before I shoved it into my pocket.
My boots struck the wood floor again and again, restless, as if my body could not settle no matter how many turns I made.
"Oh, shut up," I scowled. "It wasn't that simple."
"Simple?" My wolf gave a low laugh, sharp and mocking. "She looked at you every day. You guarded her, followed her, breathed the same air and yet, you pretended to be her brother. What brother dreams of her at night, hm? What brother watches her lips and clenches his fists not to touch?"
Heat shot to my face, my jaw tightened. "She trusted me back then. If I made a move, she would have hated me."
