Delilah
It’s like I do not recognize the person I am speaking to anymore. One second, we were holding hands, he was defending me and protecting me. And the next, he pushes me away like I’m venom and fire. Is this how it will ever be? He can bring himself close to me when he wants but when I try, it would fall back on me?
His eyes are golden yellow, his growls have made every animal in a distance flee meters far from us. I sat on the ground where he pushed me to, staring at him and breathing hard. I look at the casket and it is empty like there wasn’t anyone in the first place. After his second roar, the ground that I'm seated on begins to tremble and that can only be associated with one thing.
The Red wolves.
I gasp. I am about to stand on my feet until I saw them running towards us.
