Seth McMahon slowed his run to a slow trot before turning the corner of the path he was running on. His paws leave temporary prints in the dirt ground beneath him.
It took him longer than he had imagined to clear his clouded mind. Things had suddenly fallen out of all proportion when Elves had read them the prophecy.
If he knew first-hand. If he knew Monica was favored by the Goddess, if he had the slightest sign falling in love with Monica was a pointer to his destiny as the undefeated Lycan Lord then he never would have rejected her, especially in the worse way ever.
He regretted it. Although she had deserved every bit of how deplorably he had chosen to treat her. It was her fault. She was weak, she let herself be weak. How would he ever have accepted his destiny with a pathetic Omeg
