Forty three

AUTHOR'S POV:

"Lena... Lena," someone called out from behind Lena as she walked toward the pack house, clutching a parcel in her hands.

Upon hearing that voice, she halted in her steps, looking rather bothered. She suddenly seemed antsy and uncomfortable as though she recognized the owner of that voice even before she turned to look.

But a moment later, she clutched the parcel to her chest and began to run. However, the person was faster and quickly caught up to her, grabbing her by the shoulder immediately.

She was slammed into the brick wall behind them and held in a chokehold. Tears quickly flowed fast from her eyes as she looked up blurrily at the person in front of her. He looked awfully upset as he glared at her.

"Lena..." he called out dreadfully. "I thought I warned you about running away every time we meet?"

"..." Lena groaned from pain due to his grip on her throat, and the parcel in her hand fell as she grabbed his hand to pull it away.

He, however, seemed unbothered by he