#Chapter 53: Macbeth

Ruby

As if I wasn’t already confused enough before, my date with Atwood only made it worse. For the first time in ages, we actually spent the evening together and it was… really nice. Over the course of the night, he gradually started to look less gaunt and haggard, and actually started to look like himself again.

My wolf was practically in a daze throughout the entire date just from being around Atwood. I know that she wants to mark him more than anything, and admittedly I almost let her, but the fear of the curse still sticks in the back of my head constantly. If I mark Atwood and die, I’ll be leaving Tamara behind. I don’t know what Alice and the Queen will do to my sister if I’m not around to stop them, and if Atwood shifts into his wolf form for an extended period of time out of grief like he did with Vivian then he won’t be around to protect her, either.

Furthermore, there’s something else that I just can’t shake. The thought of Atwood with another woman before me… It doesn’t si