Raven's POV
"He was mad at me," I choke out, the words barely making it past the lump in my throat. My chest feels tight and I can't seem to get enough air into my lungs. I didn't imagine that Damon of all people would be so angry at me that he wouldn't even join his friends to come see me, to help rescue me from execution. The realization hits me like a physical blow and I can't help but let the tears fall freely down my cheeks. They're hot and fast and I can't stop them no matter how hard I try.
My wolf is howling in pain inside my head, crying out for our mate who's rejected us. The bond in my chest aches and burns and I press my hand against it like that might somehow ease the pain. But it doesn't. Nothing does. One of my mates hates me and there's nothing I can do about it.
"No, no
