The plate smashes against the wall, its shards piercing my skin and I quickly pull away my arm, hissing in pain. Tears pool in my eyes as I watch the crimson fluid roll down to my wrist. "Now don't just stand there! Get me something I can Actually eat!", his sharp voice rings in my ears.

Long was gone the comfort I used to feel by his voice, the warmth I craved from his embrace. I turn my head to the blonde male in his early thirties. His strong build and athletic body served as evidence to the intense training he went through to be the warrior he is today. "Do I have to repeat myself?!", he growls and his brown orbs get surrounded by golden rings, revealing his wolf side.

I quickly shake my head before rushing to the kitchen. As I pull the glass shards out of my flesh with a hiss, I glance at the photo stuck to the fridge. The happy couple in it is far from what Harry and I are today. Washing the blood down the drain, I start working on the breakfast all over again. Perhaps it was my fault. Perhaps there really was too much salt...but did I really deserve being treated this way?

I serve him the egg roll with bacon on a new plate as Harry stares at me. Keeping my head low, I turn to leave when he grabs my wrist, prompting me to meet his gaze. "Why do you upset me?", he asks in a calm tone now but it still fails to give me butterflies in my stomach like it used to. "You think I enjoy this?", he asks as he stands up, towering over me now. "I love you, Claire. Don't ruin this.", I nod to his stern voice before lowering my head.

"I'm heading out with friends. Don't prepare dinner for me.", he informs before simply walking out of the house without even touching the food I cooked. I stare at the egg roll for a moment, asking it the question I've been asking myself lately, 'Do I really deserve this?'

The phone in my pocket buzzes with a text and I pull it out. The name on the screen lights up my mood and I text back. With a proper bandage on my wounded arm and a long sleeve shirt hiding it, I step out of the house, locking it with the only key to the house. Harry isn't going to return until late at night so no point in leaving the key under the doormat. Our pack, Shadow Sky, is one of the biggest packs in the country and with neighboring small packs merging with ours, our territory is getting bigger than before. With more than 500 stomachs to fill, some of the wolves took the duty of farming. Now we have our own decent marketplace in the center of the east clearing.

I make my way to the cafe only to find a redhead waiting patiently for me. The moment her emerald green eyes land on me, she waves her arm with a big smile spread on her face. I feel warmth in my chest as I join her before giving her a hug. Nadia, a miller, is probably the only wolf that loves and never judges me in this pack. As we take our seats at one of the tables, the redhead orders our usual for us, chocolate donuts for her and a simple coffee for me. "So, how's the new job treating you?", she asks me as she licks the chocolate frosting.

"Well..", I look inside my cup, "It's treating me better than my old job at the diner here. None of the humans can judge me or bully me for my wolf."

"See?", she smiles, "I told you that it is the best offer for you! You get to work from your home, in the comfort of your bed and none of your colleagues know about the issue Which, if I may add, is Not your fault so one shouldn't treat you any different for it anyway.", she finishes, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah...but it's like I am living among birds while being flightless...so it's fair that everyone treats me differently...", I lower my head. Nadia frowns at my words before reaching out and grabbing my arm to comfort me but I hiss in pain, making her raise her eyebrows.

"What is it?", she asks as she rolls up my sleeve although I try to stop her. Her eyes widen at the sight of the bandage and she stares at me in shock, "How did you hurt yourself?" My silence only makes her gasp, "Did Harry do that?!"

"Don't worry... It's not that serious...", I murmur, pulling my arm away from her hold, rolling the sleeve back down.

She shakes her head, "This is not okay, Claire. He can't treat you this way. We are going to my house after this. We have to get that fixed." She gestures to the bandage. I wanted to tell her that there is no way to fix it more but I knew that she wouldn't listen so I quietly sip my coffee.