Walking out in the open across the country was no longer a safe prospect. For all she knew, Antonin had his own spies set up to watch Fenrir's house after the incident the day before. She had rarely seen him so angry as he was when her lover implied that he'd never been bothered before fucking his wife after him. It had been a crass moment that made her cringe. Her husband was not a man who forgave such disrespect lightly. If he was the man she knew he was, Antonin was already planning how he was going to get rid of the werewolf once and for all. Yet one more reason to run. Fenrir's home wasn't safe anymore.