“Do I have to accept your apology?”
I met Rafe’s eyes, my voice low but heavy enough to make him flinch.
The courtyard outside my dorm, usually alive with the chatter of young wolves, had gone eerily quiet. The tension between us had drawn curious glances. They couldn’t understand our words, but the weight of it was palpable—something was breaking.
I hated the idea of being on display. But there was no hiding this.
All those years of silence, of shrinking away from my own emotions, came rushing out.
“You say you redirected your love to Sera, like that makes everything okay. But why did she get your protection, while I got nothing but your dismissal?”
“You hated it when I fought her. Said I was loud, too rebellious. But if I hadn’t fought, you wouldn’t have even seen me. You would’ve
