Warning: This includes self-harm. Read at your own risk.
Nalya
The ache in my chest grew, and my wolf was silent. I couldn't feel her anymore after she said she needed some time to accept the rejection like he wanted. I cried when I remembered my mate rejected me. I tried to sleep off the pain in my heart, but it was still there. I got a razor blade and cut my inner thighs. It was a habit of mine growing up. Self-injury helped me cope with emotional pain and sadness. It brought me a sense of calm and relief. I made the same pattern I always did, going deeper and deeper into my skin this time. I sighed in relief as I continued my action. I closed my eyes, feeling better now. I threw the razor blade away and looked at my inner thighs. They were bleeding. As always, guilt washed over me, and I cried again, feeling helpless.
In the evening, I got up as I was supposed to clean the kitchens, but Madam Royce stopped me and offered me a hot meal.
I was back in my room, sitting by the win
