I walked slowly, turning my head back every now and then in hopes that Lucan would do the right thing and chase after me.

But what was I thinking? He was Lucan, the ever-stoic man that didn’t care, and he continued pushing through, running until he was merely a speck on the horizon.

My anger flared up again, my breath coming out uneven and ragged, and I stormed off, jogging towards the pack house.

Thankfully, the back door was left ajar, saving me from any interaction with the pack. The few people I had encountered only had to take one look at my countenance, and they scrambled to the other...