Better Let Go My Mate

When I woke, I was sprawled on the cot in the side yard. My right hand was bandaged, but even the slightest twitch sent pain shooting through me like a hot poker. Gritting my teeth, I propped myself up, dug through my bag for the salve I always kept, and started re-dressing the wound. The powder stung like hell, sweat beading on my forehead, but I clamped my lips shut to keep from crying out.

Back when I got so much as a scratch, Theodore would lose it, fussing over me, blowing on the tiniest cut and whining, "Sis, it's gotta stop hurting." Now? My hand's broken, and he doesn't even glance my way.

I let out a bitter laugh, gripping the salve jar so tight my knuckles whitened.

Two days later, I was out in the yard drying herbs when the gate creaked open. Theodore stood there, dressed in dark riding gear, straight as a pine.

"Pack up," he said, his voice flat like he was talking to a servant. "You're coming with me to the hunting grounds."

I blinked. "Hunting grounds?"

"It's the autumn hunt," he said, giving me a quick, cold look. "You're a hunter's daughter. Sophia wants you to guide."

Pain jabbed my chest, and I instinctively clutched my skirt. "My hand-"

"Your legs aren't broken," he cut me off, irritation flashing in his eyes. "Don't ruin her day."

He turned and walked off, like looking at me a second longer was too much effort.

I stood there, nails digging into my palms. He knew my hand was broken, but he was dragging me to the hunting grounds anyway.

Deep in the forest, ancient trees loomed overhead. I led the way, using my left hand to push through thorny brush. Sharp branches scraped my arms, leaving bloody streaks.

Behind me, Sophia's voice dripped with sugar. "Theodore, this trail's so rough."

"Hold onto me," he replied, soft as anything. "Watch your step."

I didn't look back, but I could picture him guiding her, careful and protective-the way he used to hold my hand when he was still my pup, stumbling through rocky paths.

"Hey!" Sophia's voice cut through, sharp. "Aren't you a hunter's daughter? Can't you find a decent path?"

I pressed my lips together and kept moving.

Then, a flash of motion-a deer darted through the trees.

"Theodore, look at that deer! It's gorgeous!" Sophia squealed. "I want it!"

He chuckled, indulgent. "Hang on, I'll catch it for you."

He spurred his horse and vanished into the woods.

The second he was gone, Sophia's smile dropped like a mask. She sauntered over, and before I could react, she shoved me hard.

I yelped, tumbling down the slope. Jagged rocks and branches tore at my clothes, slicing my skin. Pain seared through me, my vision blurring as I screamed, "Help!"

Theodore's horse thundered back at the sound, but before he could reach me, Sophia let out a delicate cry. "Theodore! I twisted my ankle."

Without hesitation, he wheeled his horse toward her.

I watched, heart in my throat, as he scooped her up and rode off. The pain in my chest hurt worse than the fall.

Biting back the pain, I dragged myself up, my ankle twisted, and clawed my way back to the trail.

Sophia's eyes widened in mock surprise when she saw me. "Back empty-handed? What kind of hunter's daughter can't even catch a rabbit?"

I was pale, shaking. "I'm just the guide."

"So guides can't hunt?" she scoffed, turning to Theodore. "She's slacking. Shouldn't she be punished?"

Theodore glanced at me, his face blank. "Yeah."

Sophia's grin turned vicious. "Lock her in the beast cage. Let her play with the animals."

My head snapped up. "What?"

Before I could argue, guards grabbed me, shoving me into an iron cage with a snarling beast.

I screamed as it lunged, dodging as its claws ripped through my clothes, blood welling up. Outside, Sophia and her posse of high-born she-wolves laughed.

"Look at her! Almost looks better like this!"

"Born to roll with beasts, that one."

"Thinking she could rival Sophia? Pathetic."

I bit my lip, dodging the beast's snapping jaws, its foul drool splattering my face. Instinctively, I glanced outside.

Theodore was covering Sophia's eyes, murmuring, "Don't look, you'll have nightmares."

In that moment, the beast's teeth didn't hurt half as much as the agony tearing through my heart.

By sunset, they let me out. My body was a mess of blood and torn flesh, not an inch of me unscathed. Theodore had already taken Sophia back to the den.

I limped back to the Hawthorne estate, blood staining the path behind me. My vision flickered, and I collapsed at the gate.

When I came to, I was on the cold cot, my body feeling like it'd been crushed.

"You're awake!" a young maid said, her eyes red and teary. "You scared me half to death."

I forced myself up. "Get me. a carriage."

"A carriage?"

"Yeah," I rasped. "For three days from now. I'm leaving Delmora Town."

She nodded, about to reply, when the door swung open.

Theodore stood there, hands behind his back, his gaze like ice. "Leaving Delmora Town? Where do you think you're going?"