Joran was so empty inside, yet his chest felt heavy. As if that wall was still on his shoulders, obstructing his airways.
He couldn’t even remember if Astrea thanked him for saving her life. That girl always took everything he did for her for granted, and he was getting fed up with it.
He closed his eyes, and immediately, the image of Fenrir holding her painted itself in his mind. The way she looked at him. The way he touched her… these things repulsed him and hurt him more than anything before. Just why did he let himself be that attached to her? Wasn’t losing a brother enough? Did he have to create even more pain for himself?
He used to imagine how he would live with Astrea and how Fenrir one day would accept them for her sake. He used to believe he was the remedy to their curse, imag
