Ethan's POV
I noticed something was off with Alissa the moment she stepped into the living room. It was instinct—an unspoken bond between mates. Her brows were furrowed in a tight knot, her steps heavier than usual, and a lingering tension clung to her lips like a ghost of unspoken words.
She had been weirdly silent since we returned from Ivy’s house.
Was she still worried about me leaving her? I thought marking her would ease her fears, reassure her. Wouldn't it?
Marking was a significant act in werewolf society. It wasn’t an unbreakable bond, but no werewolf would willingly sever something so sacred. She should have been happy. So why did it feel like I was still losing her?
I shook off the unease and focused on the dish I was preparing. The scent of seared steak and rosemary filled
