Rejected by her mate

every passing moment. The forest was still in the silent calm of early morning, the first rays of sunlight just starting to pierce through the canopy. T

Now, at last, she knew whose fault Lila's death had been: Caroline's and Jackson's. Yet what could she do with that knowledge? She would only bring m

gentle gaze, the few instants of serenity she'd known here flickered through her mind. It was painful, the necessity to leave, y

wandered through the packhouse, and stillness-mere quiet-fell wrong. He had not s

and shame thick in his eyes-as he confessed to having witnessed the attack. The rogues hired in were sent with the intent to kill.

g from every pore as he realized how wrong he'd been. He'd doubted Amelia, allowed anger and grief to overshadow the trust t

he met, the more a creeping dread settled over him. None had seen her. Her r

ponse-only the echo of a house that had lost something dear and precious. He felt his heart thump

weeping over the familiar landscape. But she was gone. And with that realization came a weight upon

ere, no one knew her story; nobody judged her by her past. She rented a small apartment and found reprieve in the simplicity of human life. She took

face of the pack that hated her. And worse still would be Kaelan: his eyes as cold and piercing as the anger that had chased

hattered, huddled in a living nightmare of Shadow Moon's suspicions. But word of Amelia's f

anger as she stormed back and forth in Jackson's office. "The plan was going perfect

would seem that our little puppet has found a way to cut the string

d Jackson. "Then let's track her down, Jackson. Whatever hole she's crawled i

ol her within the pack, then we will bring the suffering right to her doors

repared to pursue her. They would not rest until they had her in th

r, he followed, chasing after even the faintest hint of where she might have gone. His pack had noticed the change in him, quiet desperation clinging

h a different and devastating way, he knew the wound would never heal. If only he'd trusted her, listened to her when s

er. With every find of nothing, this emptiness inside him grew, his mind torme

e night, quiet determination filling his voic

ther, healing in the quiet solitude of the human world. She found comfort in the simplicity, in

as she walked around the town. She laughed it off at first, paranoia, she told herself. Yet deep down in her mind, she k

her pace, her heart racing, and turned to see the street empty. Still, a chill ran down her spine, and she hurried home, l

elia," did you think that