"It is very hot here, and the smell of blood will also attract wild beasts. Let's pack up our things and go back first." Rowan's eyes still held an unfathomable meaning when he looked at Owen, like a silent promise for the evening.
Receiving the signal, Owen was as excited as if he had been injected with a stimulant. He quickly packed up all their belongings, hoisted the prey onto his shoulder as if it weighed nothing, and then led his mate back, his strides long and full of energy.
But upon returning to the stone cave, he discovered that his mate would not let him get close at all. Having been left hanging once again, the disappointment was clearly visible on his face.
