Xavier
I walked down the sloping lawns of Silvermoon, my steps slow and heavy. The soft hum of the Moonlight Party still echoed in my ears, even though I had left the party hall far behind. I could still see her if I closed my eyes—Seraphina, standing there in her shimmering gown, her eyes confused and hurt as I turned and walked away.
But I had to.
Not because I wanted to.
But because I was scared.
Scared of her truth. Scared of mine. Scared of what we had become.
The air was cool, and the wind brushed against my arms like ghostly fingers. I paused near the old stone well at the edge of the grounds, resting one hand on it as I stared into the black sky.
Monsters. That was what had taken over my thoughts. The creatures we had fought in the northern borders of Lycandoria. Feral, powe
