Lorraine's POV
It's been two days since the Lycan dorm incident.
Two days since I flung myself out a second-story window and shattered what little strength my body had left.
Two days since Adrian bled for me.....and then he left without a word.
I haven't seen him since. Not even a glance.
The moment we made it out of the Lycan dorm that day, bruised and half-dead, he walked away. Just like that.
No goodbye.
No "Are you okay?"
Just silence.
Maybe it was because I reminded him of Aveline. Maybe he saw her death playing all over again through me, and he couldn't bear to look. I understood it. I didn't blame him.
This morning, I took a bath, if I could even call it that. The water was cold, and every inch of my skin burned like fire. My bruises were still angry purple and sickly green, slowly healing at the pace of a dying snail. My wolf was dormant. Silent. Always silent. And without her, I healed like a fragile human child.
