A pause.
“Yes… his actions show that he wants us,” she admitted quietly. “He even gave us an engagement mark…”
Her fingers moved unconsciously, brushing lightly against her skin as if she could still feel it.
“But…” She exhaled. “…I realized something.”
Avalon hummed softly. “What?”
Iva’s gaze hardened slightly.
“We never talked.”
The words came simple.
But heavy.
“Not really.”
Avalon hesitated.
“We are waiting for the full moon… to prove you are the Messenger… to pass the test,” she offered gently, trying to make sense of it.
But Iva shook her head slightly.
“Don’t defend him, Avalon,” she said quietly, her voice carrying a quiet sadness now. “I want… with all my being… for him to accept us. And not because he is the Lycan Prince, but because we deserve to be happy.”
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