YELENA
“Who is it?” Nyra asked, seeing my hesitation, her voice was laced with curiosity but it was soft.
“Tristan,” I muttered, barely looking at her.
Nyra’s eyes lit up. “Oh! That’s good, reply to him quickly!”
I pressed the power button and watched my phone go black.
Her mouth dropped open. “What?! Why would you do that?!” she almost yelled.
“Because I wanted to,” I muttered, hugging my knees. My voice cracked. “Why is he texting me now? I’ve been with you all day, since morning, and he hasn’t called me. Not once. Not even a text. And now... now the night is almost here, darkness everywhere, his mate has probably gone back. And suddenly, he remembers me? He texts! Texts! He couldn’t even pick up his phone to call!”
Nyra’s face softened, pity touching her eyes. She sank beside me
