7. Pride

My eyes flutter open as the rays of sunlight radiate on my face. I stretch my body and run a cold shower, my mind recaps that I had a fallout issue with Cora last night. I made up my mind to apologize to her for making her feel bad.

I slightly open her door when I get to her room, Cora is sleeping peacefully on the bare floor. I carry up to the bed and she wakes up, her eyes slowly opening. She scowls when she sees my face.

“What do you want?” She snaps.

“Why are you sleeping on the floor?” I ask her instead, my apologies being swallowed up by pride.

“I am used to it. Back at the pack, I slept on the cold floor in my narrow attic. Is that really why you came to my room this morning?”

I ruffle my hair, now looking for a cover-up. Cora cocks her eyebrows at me, her eyes glimmering with a huge expectation for me to apologize.

“I’ll be taking my leave then,” I reply instead.

“Is that all?” She drawls.

“Don’t sleep on the floor again so you don’t get a cold.”

She scoffs behind me as I wa