After we finished eating, we climbed into the carriage. His message-sigil crystal pulsed with an incoming call almost immediately.
It was Aurora.
On the other end of the howl-call, her voice trembled with tears, dripping with helplessness. "Fenris, my former mate's pack is gathered outside my lodge quarters, blocking the entrance, threatening me not to proceed with the Bond Dissolution. I don't know what to do."
His expression shifted instantly. He slammed his foot down, and the vehicle shot forward through the night.
He kept his voice low and soothing as he drove. "Don't be frightened. I'm coming to you. Stay inside and don't open the door. Wait for me."
I gripped the seat restraint, my knuckles white. "Fenris, slow down. This is reckless."
Only then did he seem to remember I was sitting beside him. He hit the brakes hard, his tone clipped and decisive. "Find your own way to the den. I have to go—now."
Before I could respond, he was already accelerating again.
The vehicle tore down the road, ignoring every signal as if his own safety meant nothing.
I stood alone on the empty path, discarded like an afterthought, a hollow ache spreading through my chest.