Soren
A jealous feeling tinges the back of my mind. Watching Celia give Ethan a hug makes my blood boil. Seeing her touch someone else so casually — someone other than me — makes me want to start a war with any one of the Werewolves’ enemies.
Could I possibly care for Celia more than I realized? Even when Bianca hugs another Werewolve noble, a game of hers that I know all too well, I do not feel a single thing.
Not an ounce of hatred or annoyance or anger. If anything, all I can feel towards Bianca’s desperate attempts is a sense of neutrality — no — one of disinterest.
The image of Celia with another man does not sit right with me. Even as I came here to scold her about the way she treated Bianca at the hospital, I cannot help but feel as if I need to steal her from the world, to take
