Third-person narrative.
The distance between Alpha Tyron and his Luna got wider as the minutes turned into hours and hours into days.
Even though they both missed each other company, they were stubborn to admit their various faults and seek each other forgiveness.
Tyron rarely came to bed since his sudden outburst, because he felt it was his way of healing from the wounds that had been opened.
That room held so many bad memories, most of which he had tried to forget, but seeing Nala there brought back some of his deepest pains he had never really bothered sharing with anyone.
But the distance was slowly eating him up, more times than he could count, he wanted to let it all go and wrap her in his arms once again.
The void in his heart grew worse each day he stayed away from her. At t
