Aurora was drunk, her mind muddled, and in her state of confusion, she thought for a moment that the man at her side was her brother, Asher. She let herself weep in his arms, her sobs shaking her body. "Why doesn't Alaric love me? Why...?"
The wolf in Alaric growled, a dull ache gripping his heart, as he remained silent and listened to her words. The beast, Fenrir, growled inside him, a deep frustration and a desire to protect, but also to punish her. "I tried so hard... I really gave it my all... But the harder I try, the more he seems to hate me. Why does he hate me? Tell me why?"
Suddenly, in a desperate rush, Aurora turned, throwing her arms around Alaric, burying her face in his chest, her intoxicating scent masked by the smell of alcohol. She cried out in pain, tears mingling
