41. Anger?

Fiama

An hour passed. The enforcers were still in the border surrounding the whole pack, prepared for any kind of attack. I was expecting something more hazardous. Because normally hunters were the most ferocious creature I had ever experienced. They were bound to destroy werewolves. I was clueless about the thing which forced them to run away.

While pondering all this, I reached the packhouse again.

"Fiama", Nora called, walked through the corridor. "He has regained sense. And he is looking for you", she said with a smile.

I sensed a big smile on my face.

"I can't thank you enough, Nora", I gave her a quick hug and rushed towards the room. The distance seemed to be so much than before. I kept running until I reached the door of the room.

My legs stopped as I looked at him. He was lying on the bed, gluing his eyes to the door as if he was waiting for me. Our eyes bumped into each other. I still couldn't stop my tears.