Hushed Willows Even if it makes me blind, I just wanna see the light

It took a bit of effort to still her face at Reverie’s admission, but she managed, her gaze softening as she watched the facade finally drop. Even though she did not have a close relationship with the Harbinger, she still felt the absence, and in turn it angered her. How could this male, who seemed to covet his wife, allow her to deal with pack politics—in her condition, no less!

She held back the growl of frustration at the male, but her tone darkened nonetheless as she spoke. “If that is the case, I will personally take on the job of making sure he never forgets what he has lost.” She sighed, the anger short lived. It was an empty threat, of course, though she did attempt to think of ways to make his life hell should he do what Reverie believes of him.

But, is it really as Reverie says? Has he truly pulled away from his wife, from his pack, because he couldn’t deal with becoming a father and the responsibility that is placed on top of the responsibility born from running a pack? 

Of what she knew of him, Reina had a hard time fathoming the sudden cut of ties. And so she voiced it. “Angel, I really don’t think that is true. He adores you. I have seen the way you both look at each other. And, he wouldn’t leave the pack that was built from your love. I truly believe that.”