Radulf's expression darkened with guilt as Zenna's words echoed in his mind. Yet, his gaze remained fixed on her, unwavering.
'I hated you once, but now... I can't stop liking you,' he thought, a bitter truth settling deep within him. 'I should have protected you back then too, but I was too lost in my own pain, drowning in my own loss.'
"Where are you lost?" Zenna's soft voice pulled him from his thoughts.
"Nowhere," he murmured, shaking off the weight of his emotions.
She studied him for a moment before saying, "I'll go check what's been prepared for lunch. You should rest for a while."
Radulf reluctantly let her go, watching as she turned and walked away, leaving him alone with his turmoil.
'You've been quiet these days,' Radulf addressed his wolf.
