Conclusion or beginning?

Helena’s P.O.V.

“We are even now!”

Zayden burst out furiously, growling like a rumbling volcano. His words came out with the energy of a nuclear explosion, crumbling down my world around me

“I don’t want you as a mate, Helena Bradley.”

I stared at Zayden in a catatonic stupor, helpless to speak or react to his verbal onslaught.

Had he just rejected me? Severing the sacred threads of our bond?

A sharp, searing pain in my chest made me whimper, putting a stamp on my assumptions. My knees buckled as every cell of my body throbbed. The moonstone necklace slipped from my hand; I landed on the floor with a loud thud.

I clutched my chest and glanced at Zayden, who was unfazed by this occurrence.

The traditions of interracial mating between whisperer and a werewolf had protected him, giving him a chance to move out of the bond easily.

But it was a path full of thorns for me, and I had to walk barefooted until the end.

Zayden didn’t give me a moment to catch my breath and averted