Anger
Aurora’s pov
I was led passed the workers and into the old woman’s chambers, she was laying on her bed when I got in and once she sensed my presence she sat up in her bed with a lot of difficulty. The cuts on her face were cleaned up but they looked bad and it seemed like she was in a lot of pain, was it my fault? Did I really hurt her this bad? Why am I even asking, of course it was me, I hurt this poor woman. My guilt swam its way up and lodged on my throat, not a word could escape, I just stood there watching her get settled on her bed. “Don’t you dare pity me, I asked for it” she said when she raised her head to look at me, she must have noticed it on my features, “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I was just so angry at what you said about my mate, it’s not an excuse, I know I shou
