CHAPTER 26: GUILT

Drakon came out for breakfast, planning to grab a sandwich and leave immediately, intending to avoid Shirley as much as possible—she was also avoiding him. He walked to the dining table, noting her absence again. He called out to Nyx, Shirley's maid, and asked, "How is the Luna? Has she eaten anything today? Is she doing better?" "Alpha, she has yet to wake this morning," Nyx answered sadly. "I left her to get some more rest as she has been finding it hard to sleep." Drakon ran his hands through his hair, his frustration evident, as he picked up the sandwich and walked out of the dining area with bitterness in his heart. He stood on the edge of the training grounds, his eyes fixated on the view before him. The sun had barely begun to rise, and the atmosphere was filled with the scent of dew and earth—a reminder of the cycle of life and death. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the hurt within him. Shirley had been distant lately, and he knew why. His mind drifted back to the mo