Selena
I saw them before they saw me.
They were hidden in a dark corner off the west corridor, where the torchlight barely reached and the stone walls swallowed every sound.
My stomach clenched before I even realized I’d stopped walking.
Christopher has Joyce pressed against the wall, his mouth on her neck, his hand tangled in her hair as if he owns every breath she takes.
She laughs softly, breathless, encouraging.
He smells of wine even from a distance.
My steps slow, my body reacting before my mind does. The sight is familiar enough that it doesn’t shock me. What twists inside my chest is not jealousy, but humiliation.
The careless ease of it. The way he touches her without restraint, without secrecy, as if the pack itself belongs to him already.
Christopher pulls back just e
