"You're a black wolf, meaning that you belong to my husband's clan. The possibility of him sending you to kill me is still possible," said Agatha. She sighs and whispers, "He betray his words." Austin clenched his fist as she was still thinking it was him. She was still accusing him of sending the assassination after her. “I didn’t do it. I didn’t send that woman after you. I wasn’t trying to assassinate you. I never thought of it once. Humph. I didn’t do it now, nor did I do it before” he thought. The rain stopped, and snow started falling. Agatha walked away from the pile of dust that was swept away by the cold breeze. She walked towards the stream. She held her hand out to the falling white snow. Austin stared at his wife trying to comprehend who his wife really was. She was locked up in a cell but was able to use magic. Not just simple magic, but some of the most powerful magic. She's probably by far one of the most powerful female wolf he had ever seen. Was it because of the

Agatha carried her pail of bucket and started walking back to the kitchen. When she got into the kitchen there was nothing on the table. She looked through the pots and pans and found nothing. They have eaten, cleaned, and washed everything. She sighs as there was nothing to eat. Her stomach started growling. She was starving, but there was nothing for her to munch on. Tonight, she will have to go back to bed with another empty stomach. Agatha walked out of the kitchen holding onto her stomach. Her stomach was hurting from the hunger. Then her stomach growls louder than before. She sighs again. She's going to have to suck it up to the cruel punishment and treatment, until she learns all of her surroundings. She cannot leave for fear she may get lost or encounter powerful beast who will kill her for her magic. Austin peeked at her, looking through the kitchen window. He peeked to see what she was doing. He saw that she was looking for food to eat. He saw her face of disappointment

Agatha looked up at him and thought, “This man will probably seriously do it. Knowing him he probably do anything to make me suffer. I might as well eat before he comes near me.” She picked up some vegetables and put it in her bowls. She blew on it and thought again, “It seems he’s truly okay, so the food is probably fine too.” Austin sat down and stared at her. Agatha put the vegetables in her mouth and started chewing them. It was delicious. “Oh, it’s good,” she thought. She started to grab more food and eats it. She felt like she could eat the whole entire dishes that was on the table because she was hungry. Austin looked at her as she was swallowing her food in a hurry. "They really did starve her," he thought. "Just those maids wait. When I see them, I am going to punish every one of them. How dare they treat her like this." Agatha started choking on her food as she was eating too quickly. "Slow down. You act like I have been starving you." Agatha paused. "What?" ask

Austin frowned. "Well, you know, our mating." "Mating?" questioned Agatha. Austin nodded. “What is he talking about?" she thought. "Yes. You can't expect to be married to each other and not mate." "That's impossible." "Why?" "You're in love with my sister.” Austin frowned at her words. How he forgotten he told her that. How he said those words to her on their wedding night. “In a few months we will divorce. You will be free to take her as your full mate, and I will be free to leave. To travel the world." Of course, Austin hadn’t forgotten how much she wanted to venture into the world. How she longed to be on her own. But how could he let her go when he already misses her. He's going to have to win her heart slowly if he wants her to stay with him. Austin didn’t want to think about them separating, for he didn’t want her to leave. Thinking of something else to say, he said, "Now, let's not talk about that. That’s all in the future. So, let's just talk about now.” "

The next following morning Austin woke up to a loud commotion outside of Agatha’s room. He fell around for her trying to wake her up. “Agatha. Agatha,” he said. But there was no answer. Rubbing his eyes, he looked to where she slept. Her place was cold, and he didn’t feel her anywhere. Agatha was already gone. “What?” he whispers. He looked around again to make sure he didn’t miss anything. But truly she wasn’t in the room anymore. “Odd,” thought Austin. How is it that she’s so quiet that he doesn’t hear her. He have a keen sense of hearing and smell, but Agatha is quite mysterious as he didn’t even hear her getting up this morning at all. From the way the bed feel she’s been gone for a while. “Where have she gone this early in the morning,” he thought. “King Austin,” said Grump. “What is it?” asked Austin. He was finishing putting on his clothes. “There’s been an avalanche.” “Oh.” Austin walked out of Agatha’s room and said, “Give me the story.” “The storm came out of nowhe