That night, my inner wolf and I burned with rage, nearly running off to find the healer assistant he had chosen to accompany, leaving my mother and me behind, forgotten.
When he finally came home, fury surged through me, and I nearly shifted into my wolf form to attack him.
But he calmed me down, and as I returned to my human form, I demanded, “How could you walk with that healer while my mother and I waited for you? I thought you were in the infirmary that night!”
Aiden’s eyes widened in shock, but instead of explaining, he became defensive, insisting that Alpha Argon, our Alpha of the Moonstone Pack, had just appointed the healer assistant.
“You have to understand, this week, our pack is vulnerable to attacks. I couldn’t let my assistant roam alone. Besides, your mother has a birthday every year,” he said, calm and composed.
Yet, I had always served Alpha Argon in the pack mansion and never once heard of him appointing a new healer to assist my mate.
Knowing his excuse was flimsy, Aiden stormed out of our shared room. That marked the beginning of our silent treatment, turning deaf ears to each other.