Lysander'S POV
He vanished. She’d left me. She couldn’t wait to get away from us. I braced both hands against the window frame, my spine curving as if I’d received a blow to the gut. For several seconds, I couldn’t breathe.
What was I going to do?
Elara had rejected me, but I hadn’t fully believed it until the moment she turned away and went deeper into the woods.
My wolf whined and clawed in anguish. I howled, rattling the window glass. In all my years, I’d only felt this kind of pain once before—when my first fated mate had betrayed me. The intensity threatened to shatter my heart, to drive me into the darkest corners of my soul.
Those rejected by their mate were driven from their pack, shunned, and left to die alone in the wilderness. I was already a lone wolf.
I’d already been s
