Marina’s POV
I cowered inside the house, knowing he was out there waiting for me. I couldn’t face him without remembering the way his wolf decapitated a creature so effortlessly. Now, I feared him. I couldn’t associate him with the man who made love to me. His aura differed from that of the black wolf I saw on a killing spree.
‘He saved us, Marina! Can’t we be grateful for that at least?’ I didn’t want to listen to Mia’s reasoning.
“He can’t sit outside all night, Marina! Do you realize he’s been there since last night? The whole day he hasn’t moved from the porch! Do you want to kill him?” I gaped at Granny Rose for a second, coming out of my traumatic state.
“Then tell him to go home. Tell him I don’t want to meet him.” Granny Rose shook her head slowly, looking thoughtful.
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