Zayde’s Point of View
I stand there, alone, my chest still aching where her rejection hit me like a silver blade through the heart.
Her scent lingering in the air, sweet and warm, but now it felt like something I wasn’t allowed to have.
She walked away.
She rejected me.
And it was my fault.
I could still see the pain in her eyes when she said the words. I could hear the tremble in her voice. She loved me. She had chosen me, even before the bond. And I threw that away the second I let fear and pride dictate my actions.
I lean against the tree, my fists clenched at my sides. Inside of me my wolf is snarling, pacing, howling in agony. He doesn’t understand why we aren’t chasing after her. Why we aren’t begging her, on our knees, to take us back? But I know. She needs space. And I have
