Hazel's POV
I had to get out of there. I just had to.
I know that I've already prepared myself for meeting him but when I actually did, I died a little inside.
His scent weakened me like no silver ever would. My wolf was yelling at me to go hug him, be his mate but I couldn't. He rejected me and whenever I would remember it, I feel myself shatter.
I was confused though. I thought he hated me, that he didn't want me as his mate so he rejected me. But why does he have a sad and hurt look on his face? He doesn't look like the Ian I used to know. His face is pale and he looks sick with his bloodshot eyes, bags under them, chapped lips and fragile looking body.
I wanted nothing than to take all his worry and pain away but I couldn't and I never would.
I took a deep breath a d looked at my
