Chapter 42

　　AMALA 　　So, my “fiance” decided to go to a hilltop restaurant in another city: Silverfang City which is a turf of the Silverfang pack. 　　I should have retorted harshly to Seth earlier when the car drove us to a farther distance but knowing this stubborn wolf, he won’t take no for an answer. 　　The walk up the hill to the restaurant feels like a never-ending climb, and with each step, I am starting to regret being lenient today. And God, how the fuck am I going to go up with these damn, dainty stilettos?! 　　While I keep mumbling and grumbling with each step, Seth leads the way without a comment of my distress. 　　If this is his way of avenging that middle finger earlier, he’s definitely winning this childish banter. I want to get back to his damn mansion and sleep from that stress earlier, not embark on some ill-conceived date! 　　“Seth,” I snap, my voice tight, “In case you didn’t hear what I’ve said: I want to go back home, tuck Amy to bed and sleep! Why are we here?” 　　“Marie can hand