I walk through the mansion's grand halls, my footsteps the only sound in a world of dim lights and deep silence. It's late. So late. But Moon Arden's words are a relentless echo in the cavern of my mind.
Selfish.
The Zyren I know wasn't good to his friends.
You've been that way since we were kids.
What did he mean?
What specific wound am I wearing like a borrowed coat?
I climb the stairs slowly, lost in the broken puzzle of Zyren and Moon's hidden past.
They were both Alphas, so it couldn't have been that kind of love story… right? My steps slow. I grip the cold railing.
What if it was?
I shake my head violently, silver hair falling into my eyes. No. Impossible.
They're both Alphas. Just a difference in class—S-Class and D-Class. A chasm of power and status, but not… not that.
Should I just ask Moon directly?
Hey, why are you so bitterly disappointed in the ghost of me?
Or is that poking a hornet's nest?
