Gavin's expression darkened, but he nodded curtly. "Fine. Let's talk."
And with that, he turned and stalked off, Lylah following closely behind. I watched them go, feeling a mix of relief and sadness. I knew I couldn't avoid Gavin forever, but for now, I was just grateful to have dodged another confrontation.
As I watched Lylah follow Gavin, I couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. I remembered the day our parents died, the day our lives changed forever. Lylah had lost her parents too, in the same brutal attack that took mine.
After that, Gavin had taken it upon himself to become a surrogate brother to both of us, trying to fill the void left by our parents' passing. But as time went on, I noticed that Gavin's behavior towards Lylah changed. He became more protective, more caring. He started to include her in pack decisions, seeking her opinion and valuing her input.
And Lylah, in turn, looked up to Gavin with a devotion that bordered on adoration. She would follow him anywhere, do anything he asked of her. It was as if she had transferred her feelings of loss and loyalty from her parents to Gavin.