The shouting outside pierced through the cabin walls. Moments later, Lupin burst in, slamming the door behind him. He found Dahlia already dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I'm so sorry about that," he mumbled, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
Dahlia's eyes narrowed. "Who exactly was that woman?"
"Emma. Just an ex." Lupin sighed. "She spotted us walking into the cabin and decided to make a scene."
"Bad breakup?" Dahlia asked, her voice carefully neutral.
"You could say that." He shook his head. "She wanted to be my Luna, but that's not how it works..."
"Do you still have feelings for her?" Dahlia's question hung in the air between them.
Lupin pulled on his shirt. "That's precisely why it ended. I felt nothing beyond the physical."
Dahlia hesitated, then asked sof
