Triton's POV
I was mortified as her words struck me. For a moment, my mind refused to believe them—rejected? Me? No. My wolf snarled in protest, a feral sound clawing inside my chest, demanding that it was a mistake. But when the bond cracked, when the sharp pain tore through me, reality dawned in the cruelest way. She had rejected me.
The pain settled deep, heavy and raw. My wolf howled in agony, thrashing against the confines of my control, and I clutched at my chest, gritting my teeth. It burned, the severing of something I had chased so relentlessly.
I looked at her, and the sight stole what breath I had left. She spun in a dizzy manner, pale as snow, and then collapsed with a soft thud to the floor. Unlike me, she couldn't withstand the force of the rejection. Her body surrendered under the weight of it, fragile in a way that made my anger wrestle with concern.
