I walk—one step at a time—away from Blood Fang territory.
It feels unreal.
I expected resistance—warriors blocking my path, Jack’s men dragging me back, or worse, him hunting me down himself. But nothing. No sound of pursuit, no angry growl carried by the wind. Just silence.
It doesn’t make sense.
I haven’t known Jack long, but in the short time I’ve spent with him, I’ve learned one thing—he isn’t the type to let something, or someone, slip through his fingers. He’s ruthless, possessive—the kind of man who carves his name into whatever belongs to him. And according to fate, I belong to him.
So why isn’t he stopping me?
The thought chills me.
Maybe this is a game. Maybe he’s watching from the shadows, letting me run just so he can enjoy the chase.
I grit my teeth. If that’s the case
