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Feyre shredded the letter into tiny pieces and threw it into the fireplace. She couldn't risk anyone else seeing it, she went back to the main building.

“Hey, Feyre.”

Feyre had just entered the building when Anna called her softly.

She turned around nervously and found Anna standing in the staff quarters.

Anna was gentle and graceful. Even when she stood there with a simple smile, Feyre felt suffocated.

“Ms. Remington, what can I do for you?”

“I just remembered that I still need to pick up a few things for the trip. Could you help me get them?”

Anna handed her a handwritten list.

Her handwriting, just like her, was neat and delicate.

Feyre froze for a moment.

One word on the list hit her like a knife.

Wolfgang

It was a potion taken by men so they wouldn't get their mate pregnant.

“Thank you. Keep it between us.”

Anna gave her a playful wink and left.

Feyre nodded and quickly walked away.

She had been just nineteen the first time she slept with Grant. It was after they discovered they were mates.

It had also been her birthday.

Grant had given her flowers and a small cake.

As an orphan, Feyre had never even had a birthday cake before. That little cake and bouquet had completely swept her off her feet.

She gave him everything.

Now, Feyre smiled bitterly at herself.

What a joke.

Maybe if she had grown up with wealth and luxuries, such things wouldn't have moved her.

Four years with Grant, yet he had never used Wolfgang even once.

He didn't like them, so he always made her take Lilyrose, a potion for female werewolves, it always made her feel sick and nauseous after taking it, but she had never complained not even once.

But for Anna?

Of course, he couldn't bear to make her take Lilyrose.

Too harmful, for her right?

She crushed the list, and yet he was trying to fool her that it was just a pack trip and nothing was going on between him and Anna.

...

The next day

On the way to the pack boundary, Feyre remained silent.

“We're tight on time. Walk faster.”

Grant deliberately reminded her, clearly noticing her mood.

“Yes, Master Phillips.”

Feyre nodded and increased her pace. Grant and Anna were on a horse moving leisurely while she carried their bags and walked behind them.

Suddenly she heard growls and looked up to see rogue wolves surrounding them.

Feyre stopped walking and remained still. Grant and Anna also stopped their horse.

"I am Grant Philips, son of Beta Philips of red moon pack. If you value your lives, let us go" he yelled.

They ignored him and two of them charged at the horse, their teeth bared. Anna screamed.

“Anna!”

Grant immediately pulled Anna into his arms and shielded her.

He came down and helped Anna down.

Two werewolves were snapping and biting at Feyre.

“Grant...”

Her voice trembled.

“Help me...”

She was terrified of being attacked, it brought back memories of when Tonya and her friends would chase her while she was blindfolded in their wolf form.

No matter how hard Feyre screamed, cried, or begged, they didn't stop and no one had come to her aid then.

They would leave her injured in the forest surrounding the training center and leave. The guards would discover her the next morning and drag her to the healing center. They didn't do anything to defend her because they were scared of the powerful families, her bullies came from.

Now she watched as Grant shifted to his wolf form and fought off the rogue wolves while shielding Anna but he paid no attention to Feyre. Feyre fought off the rogue wolves but there was little she could do. She couldn't even shift to her wolf form, her wolf was so small, they would snap her neck in one go.

“Grant!" She fell to the ground and called out to him again.

When Feyre saw him preparing to escape with Anna on his back, she panicked.

She completely forgot that Anna was right there.

“Don't leave me...” she begged him. .

Grant howled, a summon for help, then he turned away and left with Anna.

Feyre lost control.

She fought against the werewolves and struggled wildly.

But Grant never looked back.

She knew why.

He was afraid Anna would know they were more than a servant and her master.

Watching him leave, something inside Feyre finally broke.

“Grant! Go to hell!”

Her scream echoed in the forest.

“Liar! You're a liar, Grant! You said you'd protect me!”

Her breakdown quickly became worse.

She thrashed around in pain from her inhrieus, the rogue wolves had left her to chase Grant and Anna.

As her eyes slowly drifted shut, she heard footsteps.

"Goddess is that Master Philips servant?"

"I think her name is Feyre"

"Goddess she is so injured"

"Where could master Philips and Anna be?"

"I think I have their scent, take the servant back to the pack, the rest of us will follow their scent"

As Feyre felt herself being carried up, she wondered if today would be the day she finally died.