ra
rried me through the confrontation abandoned me. The pain of the severed bond, a brutal, soul-deep wound,
nd of loss that was far worse than any physical pain. T
ate silk jacket from my shoulders and throwing it into the mu
ious and horrified eyes would be tracking my escape. I had to com
umbled deeper into the woods, a wounded animal seeking a place to die
manage" me, to contain the embarrassment. I had to go somewhere they would never t
nderground bar on the edge of neutral territor
into the wider werewolf world-the kind of strategic intelligence a future
o move. I found the northern trail and followed it, pushing my body to its limits until the o
completely. Two hulking rogues stood guard, their eyes immediately locking onto me. Their gazes were predatory, sizing me u
fall to the ground. I made mysel
ttle girl," one of them growled,
rs. "My mate... he rejected me," I whispered, my voice cracking
d Omega worked their magic. It appealed to their basest instincts-a mix of predatory d
r, saturated with the smells of cheap whiskey, sweat, and the musky, territorial scents
lamb, clean and pure-smelling, who had j
e bar, slapping the last few crumpled bills I had
ing you have," I
burn, a physical pain that momentarily silenced the screaming in my soul. Leaning against the bar, I closed my eyes, letting the
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