During those desperate times, I tried to reach Craig through mind-links, begging him to visit our son who longed for his father’s presence. But Craig refused to come. He accused me of using Dustin’s condition as a way to manipulate him and earn sympathy.
After nearly ten years of shared life, this was how little regard he had for me. I wiped my tears and said firmly, “Believe whatever you want. I’m done here.”
I began moving toward the door with my suitcase when Sonya suddenly spoke up, “Alpha, I overheard you wanted to celebrate Dustin’s birthday with the pack. You didn’t skip it to go on that mountain trip with me, right? Kristen’s upset...”
Craig’s voice softened, “Don’t worry. I know what matters. We can celebrate with them anytime, but once the snow melts, those peaks won’t be the same again.”
I scoffed, the coldness in my laugh cutting sharper than any blade, and kept pulling my suitcase toward the exit. Craig seemed to notice my resistance and hurried after me, grabbing my wrist with irritation. “It’s the middle of the night. Why are you rushing off now?”
He caught sight of my red, swollen eyes and hesitated. “Is that celebration really worth all these tears?”