••●─ 🕸️⋅🕷KAITO'S P.O.V.🕷⋅🕸️ ─●••
I led her toward my house, a decision I didn’t take lightly. I don’t invite strangers into my space—never have, never will. But I suppose it’s a bit late to classify her as a stranger. She’s been lingering at the edges of my life, unofficially wedging herself into the category of “sort of friend.” An odd sort of friend. She’s helping me without asking for much in return, which is rare—rare enough to make me suspicious. People like that don’t just fall out of the sky without ulterior motives. My beast agrees. He doesn’t trust her, growling quietly in the back of my mind every time she gets too close, whispering that she’s planning something.
I know what it’s like to put your trust in a female and have that backfire on you. My phobia and prejudice are most
