11
Aria's Perspective
As the night wore on, I felt the need to escape the stifling atmosphere of the hall. Stepping outside, I was enveloped by the crisp evening breeze. There, beneath the soft lunar glow, I spotted Nicho. His posture was slumped, head lowered, and I sensed his wolf's restless energy bubbling just beneath the surface. Upon noticing me, he jumped up, his damp, disheveled hair shimmering in the moonlight.
"I recovered the necklace Selena took from you! See?" He stretched out his hand, revealing the fine silver chain with its pendant sparkling like a frozen teardrop.
I felt nothing. Once, that necklace had symbolized trust and whispered promises under starry skies. Now, it was just a reminder of deceit, tainted by the falsehoods that had torn us apart.