The amount of gratitude she had towards Kaname was unmeasured. When she had fallen from the high cloud she was in, he had been the one to catch her. There was no sign of the so-called cassanova that had set his eyes on her. Despite the age gap, Kaname did a better job that Keith --in pretty much everything. A little birdie had told her about a heated argument between the two, and Cara had seen the boy's rude manners first hand.
The frost colored girl was thankful to have Kaname, even if was secretly hoping to die, her eyes lit up every time he came by to tend her wounds and keep the defeated girl company.He even respected her decison to keep the others away from her while she healed.
The ground where Cara stood was wobbly and unstable, after being ripped of her Alpha status she was beginning to doubt herself and question the purpose of staying. Kaname, who Cara had grown very fond of, was like her anchor, if there was someone she shall confess her doubts to, it had to be him.
Cara paced around the little hideout they had created for her, her pale yellow eyes scanning the ground as she resisted the urge to nibble on the scabs forming on her chest again. Suddenly the refreshing musk of her friend reached her nose, she turned her head and stared at him as he approached.
"Morning", she responded with a feeble smile, she still felt the shame of defeat hanging over her, yet she tried to keep her chin up. She had never been one to show weakness.
