I don’t say anything to Rayven about what I saw, but that night at dinner, I can tell he knows where I’ve been... what I’ve seen.
It tears a hairline fracture into my heart when he offers me a bite of his soup first, letting me eat before him. It says many things, but I can tell this isn’t for me... it’s for the growing pup in my belly. Still, I don’t decline his offer.
It doesn’t give me the feeling I thought it would. It doesn’t make me happy. It doesn’t make me feel accepted or cherished. It shows the pack that he will care for his pregnant wolf... for his growing pup only.
They must know, by the change in his demeanor, that I have wronged him... that I have stepped into a place sacred to him. They don’t say a word as they carry on jovially, ignoring the tension in the air.
I’m not
