“And, I, Ariana Leigh Moses, accept your rejection…” Inflicted by the piercing words of the tyrant mate, I felt myself dying in pain and ominous distress, as I responded to his words of rejection. All other painful experiences that would result from the rejection, wasn't my deep concern, but the rejection, itself. Why did Alpha Trophimus treat me this way? Wasn't I humble enough throughout my first moments in the Dew Heap pack?! Why did he come back, and never still had a penitent and caring!