Azalea
It's been three days. This terrible ache has been growing steadily worse each day. It was agonizing. During the day, I flit around the Inn, taking care of chores and clerical work. As soon possible, I go back to my apartment, put on his sweatshirt, and lay in bed. His scent still clings to it. It almost calms me enough to relax. I am terrified this won’t go away.
I just can’t understand this. My wolf is gone. She left me years ago. I should basically be human now. I shouldn’t feel any wolfy-mate-bond type feelings anymore. Then there is the rejection. He said he rejected me.
I did everything I was supposed to. I worked hard to earn my place in the packhouse. I tried to stay out of their way. When it was time for me to leave, I did. I did not fight them. He rejected me, and I le
