Chapter 10

MIA

“LIKE THIS?”

“NO”

Was his gruff reply that was accompanied by an even bigger scowl than the last one which was five seconds ago.

Sure, he’d ran to his secret bunker and came with stacks of wood, chunks of wood for lack of better words but he refused to absolutely teach me how to use an axe and I was determined to know how to use it.

Leaning against the beams of the cabin, hands crossed on his puffy chest, he tsked every passing minute and I wasn’t backing down from what I was doing.

He had left me alone. Alone and unguarded after I had spent the whole night stitching him, cleaning him up, cleaning his blood off my hands and off the floorboards and up until now he was still being an ass.

I apologized but why hadn’t he apologized to me?

For leaving?

Where had he gone in the first place?

Hunting?

Getting attacked by fucking wolves again?

Roaming around the snow with a wound that wasn’t completely healed?

I grabbed the wooden handle of the axe again, swinging the damn thing with the