However, Andrew noticed me and approached with a calm demeanor.
âDebra, youâre planning to visit the Thorn Edge Pack, arenât you?â he inquired calmly.
Surprised, I furrowed my brow.
âHow did you know?â
Andrew wore a gentle smile as he explained, âNora informed me.
She mentioned that you were leaving the witch clan for some other place, and I deduced that you must be heading to the Thorn Edge Pack.
Coincidentally, I was nearby for work, not too busy, so I decided to come over.
â
Slightly frustrated, I replied, âWhy would Nora share such trivial details with you? Itâs just a minor errand, nothing significant.
â
Andrew responded softly, âI believe she is genuinely concerned about your well-being, afraid that you might encounter danger.
â
I sighed, realizing that my plans for a quiet departure had been thwarted.
Acknowledging my resignation, I apologized to Andrew.
âIâm sorry.
I feel a strong concern for the Thorn Edge Pack and the events unfolding there.
Regardless of the circumstances, I must return.
I need to see my children and husband.
â
To my surprise, Andrew didnât display any signs of displeasure.
Instead, he remained as composed and understanding as ever, offering a gentle smile.
âIn that case, let me drive you there.
The journey is long, and it would be a waste of your time to travel alone.
â
Stunned, I questioned, âYou donât object? But I am supposed to be your fiancee.
â
Andrewâs expression remained unwavering as he replied, âKnowing your determined nature, I realized that opposing you would be futile.
Instead of creating any discomfort or tension between us, I choose to support you wholeheartedly.
â
His sincerity touched me deeply.
With gratitude in my eyes, I nodded in agreement.
âThank you, I appreciate your kindness.
â
Debraâs POV:
As I journeyed towards the Thorn Edge Pack, a sense of unease crept over me, casting a shadow on my usual calm.
Memories of the dayâs turmoil lingered, weighing on my spirits and clouding my thoughts.
Despite my attempts to appear composed, doubts about Calebâs loyalty nagged at me, stirring inner turmoil.
Andrew, previously lost in the scenery outside, turned to me with concern etched on his face.
âDebra, whatâs on your mind?â
I struggled to articulate my feelings, merely shaking my head in response.
âItâs nothing.
â
Andrew, ever perceptive, noticed my unease.
He watched me quietly, his brow furrowed in concern.
After a moment, he asked, âYou havenât seemed yourself since returning from the Thorn Edge Pack.
Did something happen there?â
I offered a faint smile, downplaying my troubles.
âItâs just frustrating not being able to remember clearly.
I hate feeling this way.
â
âOkay.
â
Sensing my reluctance to elaborate, he wisely chose not to push further.
Instead, he reassured me.
âIf you need anything, just ask.
Iâm here to help however I can.
â