I was in the Silver Stag, waiting in this area where we were seated. Sir Shelton called for a meeting with our platoon and I kept silent since I had no one to talk to. Tobias wasn’t here for some reason I didn’t bother to know. I’d been used to his company and whenever he wasn’t around, my eyes would constantly linger to search for him. “Everyone, please be seated.” Sir Shelton motioned the latecomers to their seats. “Today, I’m going to distribute the equipment necessary for hunting a werewolf. All of the groups will be receiving the same thing so if there was any confusion, feel free to ask me,&rdq

The sunlight filtered through the wide glass pane of his apartment, illuminating the beauty of Tobias’s place. We were sitting on the chairs of his dining and ate the French toast he’d made for us. Alongside that, he knew how much I loved coffee so he brewed me one which I found really sweet. The calming atmosphere in his apartment made my anxiety go away, and knowing that I was with him at this moment made me feel ecstatic. I was grateful for all his efforts and I was so comfortable in his company that I didn’t want to leave his side.

I sat in front of my vanity, staring at my reflection with my hands clasped on my silk dress. Heaving a sigh, I shook my head to get rid of the unwanted thoughts but my mind didn’t seem to comply. Until my legs began to bounce uncontrollably, teeth bared, as I gripped the cloth tight. I fluttered my eyes close and tried to deviate my attention from something else, but these nagging thoughts were just unbearable.  Aside from contemplating what might happen at the party tonight, Aunt Odessa’s actions this morning filled my head. Since the

What was he trying to say? I asked myself with my brows slightly knitting together. 

Facing everyone today was nerve-racking. After what happened last night at the party, the truth that unfolded in front of me, I kept questioning myself what the next step would be— if I was willing to ignore the consequence for telling the organization about Giofré. I was cautious and hesitant because I knew that I would be hurting some people along the way, and I didn’t know if I could bear with the resentment they would have towards me. As much as I detested being indecisive, the paranoia and anxiety were consuming me and I couldn’t help but think about not finishing what I’d started.