Xavier
The castle was never truly quiet, but tonight it felt hollow.
I sat alone in my chamber, the fire low in the hearth, its glow painting the walls in trembling shades of amber and shadow. The scent of smoke clung to the air, sharp and dry, but beneath it I could still catch her scent lingering—roses after rain, sweet and alive. It haunted me even when she wasn’t there, curling through me until I could hardly breathe.
Days had passed since our fight. Days since I’d seen the hurt flash in her eyes when I pulled away, since her words cut me open: Maybe you are your own chains, Xavier.
She was right. And still, I couldn’t move.
My wolf paced restlessly, his claws scraping at the inside of me. He wanted her, needed her. But my fear… my curse… it kept me bound like iron.
The knock cam
