“That’s not a real thing. And I walked all the way here,” she says.
“Well, looks like you’ll have an even longer walk back. It’s not a good idea to be seen with each other.”
She sighs, but nods in agreement.
“I’ll let you know when I have information, we can see if the magic will let us annul this tomorrow.”
She looks down at our marriage license and then back at me.
“I never meant for this to happen.”
“Me either,” I reply, feeling like an asshole as I hop on my bike and speed away.
Thorin complains the whole ride home about how I disrespected his mate and how I need to go and apologize right now, but I ignore him.
I have a pack to run, and my morning has already been completely uprooted. It’s best we leave Violet to her own devices and act like none of this ever happened.
Pain laces through my entire body as I attempt to lie down in my bed. It’s a longing ache throughout every nerve ending that I don’t belong in this home. It’s wrong, so fucking wrong.
I scrub a hand down my face and turn on my side, every movement hurting. I’ve fought in this form and my wolf form and never felt this deep of an ache.
Not being able to tolerate it anymore, I stand and pass the small room. It feels a lot like it did this morning, like I need to go somewhere. I just don’t know where.
“Our wife’s house, you fucking idiot,”Thorin says.
I pace more; the tug gets tighter and tighter. It’s not like I know where she lives or if she wants me there. Hell, I don’t want to be there.
“I know where she lives.”
“Yeah, and how the fuck do you know where she lives?”
“She’s my mate. It’s my job to know everything about her,”Thorin says proudly.
“You’re fucking pathetic.”
“And you’re an annoying, stubborn asshole. I bet you’d feel so much better if you just went over there. I’ll lead the way,”Thorin nearly purrs the notion into my head.
“I hate you,”I complain.
“Then you hate yourself, stupid. Pack a bag. We’re going home,”Thorin says, and I swear I can picture the wolf grinning in the back of my mind.
I park my motorcycle in the gravel driveway next to an older, black Jetta. I’m not sure what I expected Violet’s home to look like, but the semi-disheveled mansion in front of me wasn’t it.
Parts of it look like it’s been repaired, while the rest of it needs serious work.
Is everything in this town falling to pieces?
Part of me wants to get back on my bike and get as far away from this home as I can. Yet, I won’t, because being here soothes me already. Some of the uncomfortable achy feeling is still there, but the pain is gone.
With my backpack tight against my shoulders, I sigh and walk up the pumpkin covered steps. There’s an uneaten cupcake on the porch, with teeth marks in the plastic. I groan and wipe a hand over my face.
“Did you fucking do that?”I check in with Thorin.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,”he replies, seemingly going to sleep.
I’ve never been so out of sync with my wolf, not since the first time I shifted. Thorin is going to need to learn some boundaries or else I may have to take matters into my own hands.
“I’d like to see you try.”
