The journey was long, but Zique did not get tired, he made it back in less than an hour, kicking stones, redirecting branches and delving so deep in his thoughts.

He thought about his pack, his curse, about an heir...but what he thought of most, was his supposedly mate. He wasn’t sure what he was to do with her. Now that the curse was no longer haunting him, was he to sink his claws into her neck?

He didn’t need her anymore and her existence wasn’t important since she really had nothing to live