Braydon's P.O.V
She ran. Not from just one of us, but all three of us. Why? We thought it would be less overwhelming if we approached her one at a time, but she ran from each of us.
“Arrrrgh.” Brandon roared “What the hell just happened?”
We stood in the kitchen looking out the back door our mate fled through. Each of us trying to understand what went wrong.
“Did... Did she just reject us?” Bryce asked. His face void of every emotion, but one. The same emotion Brandon and I were feeling in the moment.
“She didn’t reject us.” I hoped. “I mean, she didn’t outright say that she was rejecting us.”
“Sure as hell feels like it, Braydon. She looked right at me and said f**k this s**t, then bolted right out the f*****g door.” Brandon growled. “If that’s not a rejection, I don’t want to
