"Darling, we need to leave soon. Some wolves went missing during the snowstorm, and we had to find them," he said.
"Sure, no problem," I replied emotionlessly.
Before leaving, he leaned in and kissed my forehead. "When I get back, I promise I’ll take you out on a date. I want to spend some time with you."
Instead of feeling happy, I remained unmoved. The anger in my heart burned stronger than ever.
"Me too," I murmured, knowing deep down that there was no longer any time left for us.
That evening, I was ready to leave, but Asher called with bad news.
"I can’t pick you up yet. There are patrols everywhere, hunting for intruders. If I try to enter the town now, I’ll be caught."
I clenched my jaw in frustration. I had no choice but to stay in this miserable house for another night.
Days passed, and I endured Magnus and Ingrid’s presence, even though every moment around them felt unbearable.
Currently, Ingrid was staying in our home—our home—because hers had burned down. Asher had been the one to set it ablaze, and I didn’t blame him.