We were barely outside the castle. The wind that blew softly against my skin and the warmth of the sun against my skin created a beautiful feeling, the same feeling I got from staring into Alexander's orbs.
It killed me to admit this to myself rather than to Alexander, but breakfast without him didn't exactly turn out fine. The two weeks I'd lived with him had made me greedy for company with someone who cared about me, something I wasn't particularly invested in for a while.
Growing up with my family, my dad had always made a big deal of spending quality time with the family. He would make us eat together, hunt together, just to create this bond between us as a family.
Back then, I had found his action quite desperate, and I didn't fancy spending time with my siblings when I could be in the library, or try to make friends in the pack. Now, I'd regretted every bit of my actions from my teenage phases.
