seeing her drag herself through the door every night, weary and empty-handed, belittling her attempts at providing for them. Her failure was a daily reminder of how indispensable he was. Proof that her survival and that of the children hinged on him. But the subordinate scenario he envisioned for her had abruptly changed and he didn't like it one bit! Wolf hadn't cared when she brought bark, berries, and firewood home. In his world of well-defined roles, foraging was woman's work. But hunting, putting meat on the table? That was a man's job! He viewed her newfound skill as a hunter
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