ARIA
I'm not paying attention to History at all, even when Professor Denver calls my name loudly and tells me to.
I just can't find it in me to care.
The rest of the day goes by like this. By the time my last lesson rolls around, I don't even bother pulling out my notebook. I thought I would feel angrier, thus more in control of myself, when I saw him, but it has demoralized me completely because my wolf still calls to him in ways I can't understand.
He betrayed me. Took me for an i***t.
Why, oh why, can't I find it in me to hate him as much as I should?
I immediately blame our bond for this, which is why I wanted to reject him. But he didn't give me a chance to do it and I didn't try again.
I should've, but I didn't.
Instead, I let him walk away.
I don't know when I'll hav
