Third Perspective
The room’s silence hung heavy, a suffocating blanket of unease that settled over everyone like a leaden fog. Lucian, his face etched with pain and shock, struggled to find the right words to express the cruel twist of fate that had thrust him and Liz together, only to have her brutally sever their bond.
His emotions churning inside him like a rough sea caused him to clasp and unclench his fists. With determination in his eyes, he nodded, a solitary tear escaping from his eye and tracing a path down his cheek.
“Very well, Liz,” he said, his voice resolute. “I respect your choice. Therefore, I, Lucian Moonshadow, with every fiber of my being, reject you as my mate, Elizabeth Whitewind.”
The room remained shrouded in an oppressive silence as the mate bond between Lucian
