The room was getting colder, but Valencia couldn't care less. Her entire family was killed by her mate. Her wolf and she was going through mental turmoil. Though her mate had not hurt her yet, neither of them could hardly trust him. Valencia kept sitting on the carpeted floor by the opened window. The room was dark. Even the fireplace became cold.
Suddenly the wooden door of the room got opened. Valencia was still hugging her knees. She did not have to look for who came in. The overwhelming scent of dirt and forest was enough for her to recognize. It was him.
“May I know why you are sitting in cold and dark?” he asked while he walked towards the window using big steps and closed it in a blink.
“Is that the way you used to live in that little village of yours?” He scoffed again, lightin
