*~Leon’s POV~*
"I cannot live here," Aurora said imdiately, staring at the hut like it was a cursed graveyard. "Look at it. It’s dusty, it’s broken, it looks abandoned. What if monsters creep out from the floor while we’re sleeping in the middle of the night? That is dangerous, husband."
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Well... do you have anywhere else to live, wife?"
"No," she folded her arms, "but definitely not here. We can go sleep in the High House. The Alpha already gave us an invite. That would be fun! I’ve never been in a High House before—or even inside a proper pack house. It’s always been witches, witches, witches. Please, let’s go stay at the High House."
"You are a witch," I reminded her. "Living in the High House is basically dangling yourself in front of danger. We cannot go there. We’ll refurbish this place. It’ll be good enough for us. When it’s ti for the ball, we’ll attend. This place will be our new married ho."
She looked at .
Then at the house.
Then back at again like I had insulted her entire bloodline.
"Absolutely not. I am not living in that house. I will stand here—right here—until you change your mind."
"Really?"
"Yes, husband. Yes."
"Fine. Be my guest."
I walked inside the hut and examined the interior. It was worn down, yes, but workable. I studied the walls, the beams, the corners, already imagining where to place repairs, how to reinforce the structure, how to make it livable. Soon enough, I ford a rough plan to transform the place into a decent ho for both of us.
When I stepped outside, she was still in the exact sa spot—standing under the scorching sun like a stubborn crow. Her oversized clothes clung to her, soaked with sweat, and the heat was clearly suffocating her.
"Aurora—co here," I called. "Help build this place. We’ll have a roof sooner instead of you roasting under the sun."
"I already told you, husband," she snapped, panting. "I will stand here until you decide to find another house."
"Finding another house will cost a fortune. We don’t have that. Let’s just manage this."
"I am not living here!"
"You want to be a man and you can’t even live in this place," I said. "You’re clearly still acting like a woman...a girl...pampered with riches."
"No! I am a man. And I am not pampered with riches. I just have good taste."
"n don’t have taste at all. They’re satisfied with whatever they have. That’s why I’m the man here—not you."
"Fine!" she stomped forward. "I’ll prove to you that I am a man. Even more of a man than you’ll ever be."
She planted her hands on her waist. "So? What are we doing? How are we building this godforsaken house?"
"Well... we’ll start by removing the old twigs and rotten wood," I explained. "Then replace them with new ones. After that, we’ll get bricks—make so parts brick, so parts hut. It’ll be a mix of modern and ancient. Perfect, isn’t it?"
"n truly don’t have taste," she muttered, rolling her eyes.
We worked till night—till around nine. We weren’t even halfway done, but at least the place no longer looked like it would collapse on us. Aurora dropped flat on the ground, chest rising and falling, strands of short red hair stuck to her forehead.
"This is hell, husband," she groaned.
I lay beside her. "Yes. This is hell."
Then her stomach growled,loudly.
"I’m hungry," she whined. "Oh... but n don’t get hungry."
My own stomach growled.
We both burst into laughter.
"Well," I said, "n do get hungry."
"So what are we going to eat? Oh! Should we go back to the main city to see if there’s anything to eat?"
"No. We can’t go back. It’s late. We’ll just find sothing to eat."
"What are we going to eat? The trees? Or wait... the leaves?"
She groaned dramatically. "Oh, please. I miss my mommy."
I tapped her head. "Co on. n don’t say that. n hunt."
I stood up, puffing my chest in mock seriousness.
"I will be a good example of a man to you. n hunt. We find wild animals, catch them with our bare hands, and feed our family."
She thought for a mont. "Hmm. You’re a wolf, right?"
"Yes."
"Transform into your wolf form. Let kill you and cook you to eat."
My eyes widened. "Aurora!" I smacked her lightly on the head. "Don’t say that. You want to murder and eat ?"
"Well, you just said n kill wild animals. If you change into your wolf form, you’ll be a wild animal. And if I kill you, I’ll be a man. Sounds like a good idea, right?"
"You want to eat your husband?"
"Well, if my husband turns into a wild animal, and I’m a man, then yes—I’ll kill him to eat," she said proudly.
"You really are heartless, aren’t you?" I smirked.
She flipped her short hair dramatically, as if it were still long. "What can I say? I’m just a strong, brave man."
I burst into laughter—right until a deep growl echoed from afar.
"Did you hear that?" she whispered.
"What?"
The growl ca again—louder this ti. She slowly turned to , eyes widening.
"Leon... I think there’s really a wild animal coming."
I shrugged and sat down. "Well, go kill it. You’re a man, rember? You wanted to kill if I turned into a wild animal, so you can kill any wild animal that cos your way. Go on." I pointed toward the sound, smirking. "It’s coming from that direction. Good luck, man."
Her hand shook as she stared at like I had lost my mind.
"What are you saying? Why would I go kill a wild animal?!"
"Well, you’re a man. Go on, man." I tapped her shoulders.
"I’m not a man! I’m a seven-year-old girl!" She scread.
"Oh, so now you’re a seven-year-old girl? You were claiming to be a man just a few seconds ago."
She glared at like I was insane. I stretched my arms and yawned.
"Well, I’m sleepy. I’m going to bed. You can take care of that wild animal that’s still howling."
"No, I can’t! It’ll kill ! Then charge at you and kill you too."
"It can’t kill . I’m a wolf," I said confidently. "I’d slice it in one move."
"I—I could kill it in one slice too," she muttered stubbornly.
"You are clearly the weak one here."
"I’m not weak!"
"Then go kill it."
Her grip tightened shakily around the knife as she began walking toward the sound.
I blinked, impressed. Despite having no powers, she still wanted to prove wrong. That competitive streak... that was the Aurora I knew.
She inched closer to the bushes where the growl ca from.
And then...A huge lion exploded out of nowhere, pouncing straight at her.
She scread and fell to the ground, the knife flying out of her hand.
"Uh-oh."
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