~Sylion's POV~
Aurora stayed in the doorway, eyes bright as if she had just claimed victory. She stepped inside slowly, her perfume curling around my nose.
"It's been years, hasn't it?" she began, her voice sugar laced with something darker. "Do you remember when we were children, Sylion? How I followed you even when you refused to look back? Even when you pushed me away, I never stopped caring for you."
Her words scratched against me. I leaned against the table, arms folded, forcing myself to stay calm.
"You've always cared for yourself more than anyone."
She laughed lightly, unbothered. "That's not true. I've cared for you... more than anyone else ever could. Yet here you are, chasing after a girl who doesn't even understand you."
'Get her out. I don't like her.' My wolf growled inside but I pressed him down, keeping my face still.
"Enough, Aurora."
