NAOMI’S POV
I was sprawled face down on my bed, crushing the pillow while sliding my finger across my phone screen with an apathy that was starting to worry me.
I had three new messages from Marcus. Despite the fact that I had stood him up on our first date, he kept writing to me every morning to find out how I was.
"How are you?", "Are you feeling better?", "Hey, I saw a new café near campus, thought of you."
I responded with a feigned normality, using short phrases that sought not to feed his hope but didn't cut him off completely either. I avoided him in the university hallways because I didn't know how to look him in the face without feeling like a fraud.
"He’s a good guy, Naomi. Don't be so hard" my wolf, Cinder, reproached me, wagging her tail mentally.
"He’s a good guy, but he
