Chapter Twenty One

• My chest felt heavy when I sat on the backseat of the car. Ethan was driving as usual, while my husband sat beside me with a solemn look on his face. It seemed as if he had forced his heart to transform into a stone before making a difficult decision.
• His brows seemed to be furrowed deeper than ever. I had truthfully never seen him like this.
• But I was more worried about what would happen after we reached his cousin's pack. I lowered my head and continued to fidget with my fingers.