The question echoed in the silence of the room, and for a moment, I hesitated.
“Are you in love with Hunter?” Zora's question reverberated in the small space, filling it with an intensity that made my heart race.
Instinct told me to admit the truth, but the fear of revealing my feelings, of opening my heart to a stranger, spoke louder. I decided to lie.
I hesitated for a moment, my gaze momentarily shifting before deciding to answer. “No, I'm not,” I lied, avoiding direct eye contact with Zora.
The red-furred wolf didn't seem convinced. Her penetrating green eyes studied my expression, as if searching for the truth behind the words I had chosen to speak. In response, I asked, “Why this question, Zora?”
She tilted her head, analyzing me with a thoughtful expression. “The way you are, y
