By the time Cyran has joined me, I've lost all my appetite.
I don't even have the mental capacity to ask him why Emilia is here, in FireMoon. I can't seem to forget that day in BlackPaw when I learned of him and Emilia, forming a pack. Being together. That news was the most devastating of my entire existence, as a human and as a werewolf. I assumed that after I was by his side, he would forget all about her, but I was wrong. He hasn't forgotten about her. She's here, amongst us.
He told me to never worry about her but look at us now.
He eyes me throughout dinner but doesn't comment. I'm sure he knows right now what's happening. I'm keeping my thoughts loud and clear. I want him to know exactly why I'm like this. What I'm feeling. What's most upsetting is that he knows, but he's acting clueless. He doesn't want to address this issue, but I do. I can't live under the same roof as her, not after everything that has happened between them.
