Renee’s POV
Eric snaps the jewelry box shut. A lump forms in my throat and I can’t even explain why. Eric quickly rises from his knees as though he never meant to propose.
“All right then, Renne” Eric says indifferently. His words sting.
“Eric, don’t” I tell him, but it’s too late. I can already see the effect of my rejection impact his view of me, of us.
“I have to go,” Eric says abruptly.
“Go where?” I ask him, but the door is already slamming shut.
I suddenly feel cold. Looking back at the mirror, I see I’m coming out of my wolf.
I no longer want to look at myself in the mirror. I snatch my clothes up from off the floor and hastily throw them into the hamper as I go to the bathroom.
I crank on the water and watch as droplets splash onto the stone flooring.
That’s not fair of
