My expression remained unchanged. "I still don't feel well."
In five years of being bonded, this was the first time I had ever refused him.
Before, even when my body was still recovering from the intensity of heat, I would have pushed through the discomfort to accommodate his needs—as long as he wanted me.
Not anymore.
From now on, I would put myself first. I would learn to refuse. I would release all the grievances and heartache I had been carrying like stones in my chest.
This bond was finished.
Thirty days. The mandatory reflection period required by Mooncourt law.
In thirty days, I would leave this den for good.
I lay awake through the entire night, listening to the distant howls echoing across the territory.
At first light, I rose and prepared a morning meal—only for myself. I didn't set out his portion the way I always used to.
Fenris emerged from the sleeping chamber and instinctively curved his arm around my waist, leaning down to press his lips against my forehead in the traditional morning greeting between mates.
I tilted my head slightly, avoiding his touch.
"What's wrong? Is your mood sour this morning?" He noticed the change immediately.