Micah’s POV
I swerve at the last moment, nearly avoiding crashing into the incoming car. Some driver puts his middle finger out and screams at me. I stop the car with a start and rest my forehead against the steering wheel, breathing deeply.
I, Fiona Richards, reject you, Micah Lancaster, as my mate.
The lingering echo of those wicked words still clouds my mind but the inexplicable pain in my body is gone. It has vanished as suddenly as it had taken me under.
All that’s left is a deep ache in my chest. It’s like somebody has taken my heart out and left an empty cavity behind. I am alive but it isn’t beating.
After what I heard in my mind, there is no denying it - I just went through the classic symptoms of rejection. They are all over the history books, telling werewolves over and ov
