#Chapter72
He finally lets go and says, /"More than usual. You waited too long. The longer you wait, the more it hurts./"
/"When will you tell me? When can I know?/"
/"Soon, Wrenley. But hurry back now—that is if you desire your mate to be kept in the dark./"
I take a few steps back. My father looks off and wanders further into the forest, further into a darkness that welcomes him as if he created it. I hold my tongue and dash back the way I came. The longer I run, the more I realize how far the light really was. My heart rattles like an engine as I weave through the trees, but my perception is off, and I find myself nearly colliding with the rough trunks again and again. My body is struggling to accept all he has returned to me.
