Ian:
The scene of Joshua kissing her kept repeating in my head. The problem was not my ego.
It was my wolf. Seeing my mate being kissed by someone who was not her mate sent me through a rush of emotions, one of them being abandonment.
I felt as if she was going to leave me.
Things were already getting rough between us, and if someone else tried to get in the way, I felt like I would lose her.
In the last few days she had found out I was the headmasterโs son, something I had planned to tell her, but she discovered it another way.
And then, as always, my anger and my pride got in the way. Instead of showing guilt, I chose anger because that was how it worked for me.
Every time I made a mistake, I got angry so I would not have to admit it or face the consequences. ๐๐ป๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ธ๐ซ๐๐ก.๐ฌ๐ธ๐
But she had been so upset with me for something I had no control over, yet she stood so comfortably with Joshua so close to her.
The same person who was the reason we were all still in the academy.
My jaw stayed tight as I stepped into the car. I shook my leg anxiously and aggressively.
I waited for the other crusaders to come in while my mind refused to work properly.
I knew I should not have acted this way.
This was the moment I should have stepped out of the car and spoken with Clementine, apologized for not telling her sooner, and explained everything I knew.
But I was so angry that I kept telling myself to wait a few more seconds, maybe two more, maybe one more.
And then it was too late. All the other crusaders had gotten inside.
The moment the car began to move, I told myself that once we returned to the academy, I would go talk to her.
But when I saw Clementine fall to the ground and cry in the mud, her face buried in her hands, my heart dropped faster than it ever had.
"Stop the car," I ordered, making several heads snap toward me.
"I said stop the car!" I yelled at the driver.
He did not respond at first, then answered calmly,
"Those are not the orders. Once we start the car, we are not supposed to stop," he replied calmly, his words making my blood pressure rise.
"Are you serious?" I shouted, then leaned back and turned as far as I could to look at Clementine.
She looked so broken, all because of me. I had never seen her cry like that.
Not even a monster had ever affected her the way I had.
And the guilt hit me harder than ever.
"You are so full of yourself," Yorick scoffed from the backseat, commenting at me.
He sat on the opposite side of the car, facing me.
"If you do not stop going after her, I will have to eliminate the competition," Troy added.
"Is that a threat?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.
"Yes," Troy replied. "This trophy is too important for me to let go."
Hearing him call her that made something inside me snap.
I could have attacked him, but I had already caused enough problems.
I needed to return to the academy, find a way to speak to her, apologize and explain why it had taken me so long to tell her I was the headmasterโs son.
As we reached the academy, the storm grew stronger again.
It was going to stay for three days. The monster had nothing to do with it.
That creature had been a separate problem we had just dealt with.
Still, I wondered why it had come out at all. My grandfather had told me about it.
It was called the Water Bride, but I had never known it truly existed until now.
That was something I needed to tell Clementine. She would be the only one who understood.

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