Octavia
What had I been thinking? Going for a run with him? I’m an i***t. Why was I racing through the woods with him as if we were actually—
Mates.
“Shut up. You’re the last one I want to hear from right now,” I sneered as I made my way back to my room.
My body ached slightly. The shift and the run had taken their toll. Yet it had felt so good to let everything go for a while.
Tell me again why you’re running away from him.
“I’m not running away,” I snapped.
Yes, you are. It’s like you’re afraid. I can feel it.
“I’m not afraid!” I shouted.
Then stop.
“I can’t!”
Why not?
“Because!”
Because what?
“Because if I don’t walk away now, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to…” I trailed off, growing quieter as my steps slowed. By the time the words faded, I had stopped entirely in the m
