One day to go.
I should be more nervous or excited, but I'm not. It's not like the last time when Barbara was making that dress for me with that lovely material and everything with Cyran was new and exciting. Sometimes I look at him and I can still see the old him peeking through, but he drowns him. I still don't know why he's changed so much. Is he trying to appear more fierce so that the pack respects him? At this point, I don't recognize him anymore. I don't know how he thinks or feels.
Did I ever know?
I tried to get Lou to open up to me, but he's more closed off than ever. He runs these errands, and I realized that I have no idea what they are. There's no point in asking Cyran. I'm trying to avoid fights. Even though he's trying, I'm still holding back, which makes no sense considering I'll be mating with him, permanently, tomorrow. The truth is I still don't trust him, even though we're in a much better place.
