Edwin looked out of the window at the dark sky that was adorned with twinkling stars and a crescent moon.
The food on the plate was now cold on the table. He had not touched a morsel from it. He did not feel like eating anything. The only thing he kept absorbing was the rufous wolfsbane liquid and his misery.
He slowly looked down at the brown piece of cloth in his hand. He had not left that cloth alone in a fear that he would lose himself without it.
A door burst open and entered angry Lester with a deep frown on his handsome face.
"Edwin!"
Edwin ignored his call. He was in no mood to talk. All he needed was his mate, and if he could not have her, then he did not wish for anything else.
Lester stomped towards where Edwin was seated and turned him around by grabbing his shoulder.
"You did not listen, or you do not want to listen?"
Looking at him with lazy eyes, Edwin kept mum.
"Why is your food untouched?" Lester came straight to the point.
