He Wouldn’t Marry a ‘Widow’ So I Left Him and His Brother Both Chapter 08

He Wouldn’t Marry a ‘Widow’ So I Left Him and His Brother Both Chapter 08

After half a month of being jostled around in the wagon, we finally reached the Far North.

It was far colder there than it had been in our old clan.

Rory was wrapped in the snow leopard shifter’s coat, her little brows furrowed as she tried to braid the red

cord the way he had been showing her throughout the journey.

Her small fingers fumbled with it, tying and loosening the same knots over and over until beads of sweat

dotted the tip of her nose.

“This part… needs to go over.”

Soren spoke softly and reached out to turn the cord in the right direction for her.

I watched the two figures, one large and one small, sitting close together and could hardly bring myself to

interrupt.

Before the journey, I had assumed he was cold and difficult to approach. It had not taken me long to realize he was simply reserved.

If someone leaned too close while speaking to him, he blushed. If the conversation went on for more than a few sentences, he started to stammer.

The first time I saw it happen, I had been taken aback.

I later learned that despite his mature appearance, he had only recently come of age.

The old shifter had mentioned that the young snow leopard shifter had left the Far North to gain experience

and see more of the world.

He was barely full–grown himself.

The sun was beginning to set, so I finally reminded her, “Rory, this is where we get off.”

Disappointment filled Rory’s face. She pushed the unfinished red cord into Soren’s hands.

“Soren, I have to go now.”

“I wanted to finish this and give it to you, but I didn’t get it done in time…”

She paused, suddenly rose onto her toes, and planted a loud kiss on his cheek.

“Bye, Soren!”

Then she hurried back to my side.

I took her hand and was about to climb down when a voice came from behind me.

“W–Winter.”

I stopped and turned around.

Soren stood on the wagon bed, his blue eyes shining as he looked at me.

Realizing he had stammered, he pressed his lips together before trying again.

“H–Have you found somewhere to stay? If you haven’t…”

“Of course we haven’t!” Rory cut in excitedly.

“Soren, you’re from the Far North, right? That means you have somewhere to live, doesn’t it?”

“Can Mama and I stay with you?”

She clasped her little hands together and looked at me pleadingly.

Her antics left me both exasperated and amused.

My gaze drifted toward Soren, and I caught sight of the tips of his ears, which had turned bright red.

After hesitating for a moment, I looked down at Rory.

“All right, but we can’t impose on him for too long.”

Then I looked up at Soren. “Would that be all right?”

He nodded almost immediately.

Without another word, he picked up my bundle and jumped down from the wagon with ease.

Once his feet touched the ground, he turned and held out his hand to me.

I hesitated, and heat suddenly crept into my cheeks.

Before I could reach for him, Rory impatiently grabbed my hand and placed it directly in Soren’s palm.

“Hurry, Mama! After Soren carries you down, he still has to carry me!”

“You.”

I shot her a look over my shoulder, but I still tightened my grip around Soren’s hand.