Lyra
I took a deep breath, wiping the tears off my face while watching my face in the mirror, and couldn’t help but think how pitiful I had become. It seemed that I never changed, that I thought I did—yet I was still the same as before, who would cry because of him, who gets hurt because of him—all of my emotions seemed to be dependent on him.
‘No, you did change a bit, Lyra.’ My wolf spoke, but I didn’t answer.
‘It’s normal for you to feel that way—to feel hurt and cry about it, after all, you had loved him for years, and it’s impossible for you not to feel disappointed or feel hurt about it,” she added, making me sigh as I splashed myself with cold water again.
“I know that, but I realize how desperate I have become,” I softly murmured before wiping my face with my towel an
