When he returned to the den that evening, it took him a long while to notice how much had vanished from the rooms.

He wandered over to where I stood, his tone light and unconcerned. "Why are you packing things away? Replacing the old with new?"

I didn't lift my gaze. "Everything here is worn and faded. Time for a change."

He let out a low chuckle. "That's fair. You work so hard managing pack affairs for me—you deserve to treat yourself better. Claim whatever you desire from the tribute stores."

I offered no response. Just continued folding and sorting.

That night, fresh from the bathing springs, he wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive rumble. "Perhaps tonight we could...?"

I steadied myself and stepped out of his embrace, keeping my tone flat. "My heat cycle just passed, and the aftermath still lingers. I don't feel well."

He paused, confusion flickering across his features. "Hasn't it been four days since your heat ended?"

My expression remained unchanged. "I still don't feel well."

In five years of being bonded, this was the first time I had ever refused him.

Before, even when my body was still recovering from the intensity of heat, I would have pushed through the discomfort to accommodate his needs—as long as he wanted me.

Not anymore.

From now on, I would put myself first. I would learn to refuse. I would release all the grievances and heartache I had been carrying like stones in my chest.

This bond was finished.

Thirty days. The mandatory reflection period required by Mooncourt law.

In thirty days, I would leave this den for good.

I lay awake through the entire night, listening to the distant howls echoing across the territory.

At first light, I rose and prepared a morning meal—only for myself. I didn't set out his portion the way I always used to.

Fenris emerged from the sleeping chamber and instinctively curved his arm around my waist, leaning down to press his lips against my forehead in the traditional morning greeting between mates.

I tilted my head slightly, avoiding his touch.

"What's wrong? Is your mood sour this morning?" He noticed the change immediately.

I lowered my head. My nose stung, and I could barely keep the heat from rising to my eyes.

I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek and forced my voice to stay even. "I'm just hungry."