Stacy's POV
"You want me to hunt?" I asked, and when he nodded, I shook my head. It was because I didn't really know how to hunt.
"I'm sorry, but I don't know how to hunt. I'm trying to understand how to, but I can't. Maybe it's because I just can't…" I explained, but he frowned.
"Then you'll have to watch and learn because I can't teach you anything. I'll have to make sure that you can survive on your own."
"Survive on my own? What are you trying to say? Are you planning to leave me alone here?" I asked with worry, but he ignored me, charging towards the deer.
I watched, my heart drumming. I had gotten so used to his company that I didn't want him to leave, but then, he had plans of leaving.
I suddenly frowned as realization hit me. I was right; he was definitely planning on leaving me here and returning to the pack.
