Cyrus was facing the window when I walked into his office. His head shifted a fraction when I pushed open the door.
He turned around to stare at me.
I was astounded by the deep sadness in his beautiful eyes.
It seemed like he had a lot to say to me and he just didn’t know where to start.
I wanted to walk forth and brush his forehead with my hand. So I could somehow brush away the trace of sadness knitting his eyebrows.
But my body wouldn’t move. He was the leader of this pack. The only Lycan who led the war. This man sometimes was just intimidating like that.
Besides, despite the fact that I still loved him, I just couldn’t shake off the memories when he coldly walked out of the ward without looking back, telling me he was gonna send me off.
It hurt me.
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