Leon glanced at the slip."Going back to White Bay again?""This time I'm removing the mark."He finally looked at me, but he didn't take the paper."Erin, you're carrying my child. Stop threatening to leave every time your feelings get hurt."The wind caught the slip. I pressed my hand down on it, and the cut on my palm split open again.He saw the blood, and his voice softened a little. "I never said I wouldn't take care of you. Just come home tonight."I took the tissue he handed me and shut the car door.The next day, Leon was 20 minutes late.When he sat down, he was still texting Clara back."Can we go once this is done? Clara has a follow-up today."I didn't answer. I took out the ID documents, medical records, and separation arrangements my lawyer, Martha Reed, had put together.Simon, the council witness, handed each of us a copy of the papers.A private mate contract was legally binding, even without a public ceremony. Ending it didn't depend on who the pack Elders liked or s
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