Grey The days in the East were quiet, but for me, they were a torture of silence. It had been almost two weeks. No letters. No calls. No messages. I spent my nights staring at my phone, hoping the screen would light up with his name. But it never did. I tried to tell myself it was for the best. Maybe Stiles had listened to me. Maybe he had stayed with Hasima and chosen his duty. I had told him to solve his own mess, but a part of me—the greedy, selfish part—was dying inside because he hadn't reached out. Maybe you would say, since he didn't call, why didn’t I call him? No. That part of me—the call-him-first part—is gone. I wasn't going to. If he needed me, it was his decision. I walked through the hospital corridors, my white coat fluttering behind me. I had just finished a long shift in the theater. Nurses and patients waved at me, and I gave them small, tired smiles. I just wanted to go home and sleep. Suddenly, my wolf stirred. Qx began to howl. It wasn't a sad howl. It was
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