39. The Feeling of Abandonment

I don’t know how long I stand there in the middle of the cabin, staring at Isaac’s retreating figure. He doesn’t even turn to look back. He simply… leaves. I place a trembling hand on my flat stomach while I ignore Astrid’s whines — pitiful and painful. I look around and spot a couch towards which I sway and manage to sit down.

‘Did we just…get abandoned, Astrid?’ I ask my wolf. My voice, even in my head sounds numb and shaky.

‘No… no, he said he will come back,’ Astrid replies although she doesn’t sound reassuring. I chuckle bitterly at our fate. First by the pack where I was born and now by my supposed mate. Suddenly, I feel too tired to even stand up from the couch.

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My eyes open to a dark house. At first, I feel confused before I realise that it’s not the usual room where I used to be but a cabin which apparently is Isaac’s ‘haven’. I sit up never having realised when I fell asleep out of exhaustion. I stand up when my stomach growls. Right, no one is here to prepare food. I