ARCHIBALD~
I watched her closely, my gaze locked onto her form as she stood there, her defiance rigid. It was a quality I had become accustomed to, her stubbornness like a thorn perpetually poking at my patience. I did not forget that she harbored disdain, a sentiment not merely conveyed through words, but predominantly through her actions.
But the lake wasn't safe anymore. Not for anyone, especially not her. She was a wolf. Although I had issued the decree, forbidding any harm to befall her, the specter of Rhia's tragic fate still loomed—the memory of that fate still haunted me. And, despite my efforts to convince myself otherwise, I feared losing her too. It was a fear that confused me, like my own senses were playing tricks on me. I tried to attribute it to the responsibility of hosti
