Chapter 6

At three in the afternoon,Kyle returned.

He pushed open the door and froze,seeing the three large leather trunks piled in the living room.

“What are you doing?”

He strode over,his brow furrowed.

“Sorting furs for the winter?”

I tied the last leather strap.

“Getting rid of old things.”

Kyle's gaze fell on an unsealed trunk.

Inside were the horn cups we drank from on our first date,and the white wolf doll he had given me.

His face darkened.

“Ila,are you ever going to let this go?”

He snatched the horn cup out and slammed it onto the stone table.

“You've been throwing a tantrum since last night over a stupid rock!”

“Now you're throwing this stuff out?What's next?Are you going to tell me you're leaving this home?”

I straightened up and looked at him calmly.

“Yes.”

Kyle laughed,a sound laced with fury.

“Fine.You've grown bold.”

He yanked open the leather tie at his collar,sat down in a chair,and watched me coldly.

“Where are you going to go?To your friend Kora's cave?Or back to that birthplace of yours that never even sees the moonlight?”

“Ila,you're not a cub that needs protecting anymore.Can you stop acting like a little she-wolf,playing this'running away from home'game all the time?”

“Do you really think I'll come begging for you to come back if you're gone for a few days?”