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The scent of jealousy suddenly grew stronger from Dorian as his spoke, though she didn't understand why he was so upset. Annoyed by his tone, she grabbed her bags. "I don't know what you are so pissed about but just because your name is on my wrist, it doesn't mean you own me. I am not your pet dog." She replied finally making eye contact with him, however, instead of their usual warm and gentle nature, they were now cold and sharp, her voice matching, causing the hackles on Dorian's neck to raise; behind those pools of blue, was a wolf... And it was growling at him.

She tightened her grip around her baggage, whiped around, and stormed off with calm expression on her face and a quick stride, choosing the room farthest from Dorian's, yet closest to the surrounding woodlands. She closed the door behind her and took a deep breath, trying to relax. However, she failed and let out an angry scream, as she threw her suit case onto the floor as hard as she could, sending her clothes scattered around the room. She then paced the room a few times, combing her fingers through her hair; breathing heavily, then falling onto the bed. Her arms and legs sprawled out on the mattress as she stared at the ceiling. Her anger had subsided, yet her confusion remained. She simply couldn't understand why Dorian was so angry.