“I’ll never mark Ophelia, but she’ll always be the she-wolf I love most. You’d better show some respect.”
He adjusted his clothes, then pulled out his phone to check it.
Usually, by now, I’d have already been in contact with him.
His breath hitched momentarily, a flicker of panic in his eyes as his fingers moved quickly across his phone screen.
Soon, I received his message:
“Ophelia, where are you?”
I took a deep breath and responded, “It’s raining today; I can’t come to the packhouse.”
After reading my message, his frown relaxed a bit. He then turned back, leaving a kiss on Aurora's cheek, whispering:
“Be good. I need to go back.”
Aurora clutched his hand, trying to keep him from leaving.
He pulled away without a second thought, looking deeply affectionate.
“I need to go back to her; she doesn’t like rainy days.”
Watching the scene impassively, I turned and walked away.
Later, I called my father.
“Dad, pull out all support from the Crimson Fang Pack.”
“Can you come pick me up in a few days?"
