I’m glad that I choose to run away; free from all the tortures that I know I didn’t deserve, free from the sufferings, and free, from Agatha.
I started to think about escaping the moment he showed me those cold looks, the look that expressed how much he hated me; be it as a human or as his mate. I knew that we didn’t even have a chance to engage in anything romantic, from the start I’m not even hoping for those. I’m just your average orphan that was living and working at the slum for a living.
Me getting mugged and met him was definitely an accident. I was about to make a run out of it the moment he appeared, then Anwyll stopped me—my wolf—who’s been longing for his mate since the time I turned 18, six years ago. Because of that, I stayed still. And as expected, I was brought home by him
