Madeline’s pov
I watched Hunter silently from where I sat on the floor and my fingers played with the little pendant of the necklace he had given me.
He was in one of his irritable moods and screamed at everyone to run or steer clear if they didn’t want to get hurt in the tide.
“Just forget it. Take today off, we’ll train tomorrow,” he finally announced, and my eyes shot up in surprise. Hunter never canceled training, that was his way of letting out whatever pent-up anger he had.
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or are you simply going to keep growling at everything and everyone?” I questioned as I rose to my feet.
“Just go in, Madeline,” he muttered as he turned away from me and I glared at daggers at his back.
Sometimes I wondered what Hunter was thinking about, I wondered ab
