What's wrong with me?
She curled into herself, trying to suppress the agony that threatened to consume her. Her vision blurred, and for a moment, the world seemed to tilt and spin.
Then, a loud crash shattered the suffocating silence.
The glass exploded inward as her window splintered into a thousand shards, glinting like stars in the moonlight.
A cold gust of wind swept into the room, scattering things and knocking over a vase on her desk.
Ahcehera's head snapped toward the source of the commotion, her pain momentarily forgotten.
Through the jagged frame of the broken window, a shadow loomed, a figure stepping through the chaos as if it belonged to the darkness itself.
"Why are you here?" she demanded, her voice hoarse yet filled with defiance, even as she remained slumped on the floor.
The intruder stepped fully into the light, revealing their identity.
The mate pull is an invisible thread of fate.
