Ivy's POV
I hesitated at the threshold, fingers hovering near the doorknob as I debated my options. Should I turn around and plead for more time with him, or respect his decision and walk away? Deep down, I knew the answer. Once he made up his mind about something, there was no changing it. Whatever was happening back at the pack demanded his attention, and right now, that meant I needed to leave.
Dropping my hand with a defeated sigh, I turned away from the door. The familiar ache of separation crept into my chest as I made my way down the stairs. Neither of us ever handled these partings well, but today felt particularly heavy.
