I thought we were about to start a long-distance relationship, but it turned out Winston had also applied to study abroad. Our schools were only a few kilometers apart. We'd often go on dates on weekends.
But one day, as I was passing through an alley, I ran into someone. Dorian.
The moment he saw me, he stumbled toward me like I was his last lifeline. He looked terrible—gaunt, with sunken eye sockets and lips pale as paper. "Elena! I finally found you!"
I sidestepped him. "What are you doing here?"
He nearly broke down crying. "You wouldn't pick up my calls. I heard you went abroad, and I asked everyone we knew until I found out you lived around here."
He told me he'd carelessly formed a bond with Serena, but when they broke up, she refused to release him. During his heat cycles, she
