THE LAST REJECTION

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sky. Our graduation was celebrated by Mooncrest Pack members, and laughter could be heard everywhere. My family, friends, and pack were all th

a present from my mother to commemorate the event and a reminder to never give up. "You'll find him," she

hrough me as if on cue. My wol

led and guided me,

celebration. I saw him, a tall man with tangled hair and bright blue eyes that gleam

. Since we were little, I had known Logan. He was like family. He wa

actively pushing and encouraging me to go ahead. The conn

ion lowered. So did he. I could see it in the way he stoo

tremble

e scarcely audible. "Th

eceding into the background, desperation gnawed at my throat. I was alone wi

ed. "Angel

him, her hand resting possessively on his arm, and I felt sick to my st

her voice, she qu

an, but she had already

e was low and bitter.

strong and indisputable. "I... Unable to discover the proper words, I said, "I

unbridled rage. "You are telling lies." She took a stride toward me

me, making me feel things I didn't feel. Logan is sor

the tension as he said, "No

tepped back. "You're actually her mate?" She looked as

any love or sign of the connection that held us together. He

rejected,

within of me. I let out a cry; the agony was immediate and intense, unlike anything

ered back, gripping my chest as the link broke and someth

ks, or the whispers surrounding me. The nothingness was

ous serpent, "Get out." We don't have you here, A

age and admiration in her eyes. Her desire was

d, my voice cracking

We were pals. Friends don't attempt t

dn't chosen this. However, the reality was that nothing I said cou

, from the one home I had ever known, my eyes watering. They a

or it. Every one of them

ing me more into the darkness. With every stride, the rejection's searing ache tore at me. My

thinking, "This isn't how it was supposed to be." *Mates

mped at the foot of a tree and curled up. My inner wolf was wailing

ea that ran through m

had noth

Dana again since I would always feel rejected when I looked into his eyes. I had no other option than t

farther and further away from the spot I used to call home. Far from the pack, far from the life

ry, where I'd always felt like I belonged

odb

e unknown with a sad heart but a strong resolve. I had a future ahead o

r this wound as I left the woodland. Logan's rejection would come bac

and mate, Angela Monroe. And I sensed a change in myself as I vanished