The drive was only thirty minutes long, but it felt like it had been hours. The silence between us in the car was so heavy that it felt like it was crushing me. Neither of us was ready to speak first, and the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.
And me? I was absolutely furious.
Yuki was my idol. She was someone I had looked up to for years, and she actually gave me something of hers to keep. It was a gift. And this girl just reached out and threw it away like it was trash. Like, what does any of that have to do with her? It's my life and my belongings. Why was she acting so possessive and crazy over a piece of cloth?
As her eyes stayed fixed on the dark road ahead, I noticed her hand in the dim light of the dashboard. It had already completely healed from those silver claw marks. That was incredibly quick. Considering they were silver and they were supposed to burn, it really should have taken much longer for an Alpha to recover from that.
