NYX
I can count how many days I have spent here. Down here, there's no time. Just the sound of my breathing echoing against stone walls and the dripping water that never stops.
Like the dungeon is mocking me, one slow, steady beat at a time. The air is thick, damp, and heavy with the stench of mildew and blood.
They left me in here like I was nothing.
Xander was supposed to be a mate and be in support, but he doesn't give a damn about me because of her. He said my name like it was dirt in his mouth, he hated the sight of me.
Like I was a mistake he couldn't wait to erase and again he was doing it all for her.
"Emma."
(I couldn't agree more with whatever is happening to us…) my wolf grumbled and she refused to help me. She feels like I am a failure and again it's all because of Emma.
That weak little shadow. That silent, broken thing who couldn't even lift her eyes when she walked. Somehow she becomes Luna. She gets the crown, the pack, the man I was born to stand beside.
