Eira's POV
"Quite daring, aren't you?" he said, his light gray eyes fixed on me, unwavering.
"Do I have anything to fear?" I countered, meeting his gaze without flinching.
"Not anymore," he replied casually. "At least not from me. Now, get to the point. Why did you want to meet me?"
I studied him for a moment before speaking. "I have noticed something. You always speak to me as if you already know me. Even now, you are… casual. Familiar. As though we have met long before this. No respect towards me as a Luna of one pack. Why so casual with me?"
His lips curved slightly, that same unreadable expression lingering in his eyes. "Do you feel that way?"
I could not tell whether he was being serious or mocking me.
A sudden, irrational urge rose within me to wipe that smirk off his face.
