Vivian’s POV “Zeke?” “Why would I ever mate with a mutt like you?” I felt a sharp twist in my chest, like something trying to snap. Let him go! Ivy, my wolf, snapped at me. Reject him! He is not worthy! “But Zeke…” Zeke stepped forward, out of Samatha’s arms, “I said I reject you, Vivian.” I fell to the ground, the twisting intensifying. Ivy howled in pain. Moments ago, she was howling in happiness but turned on him the second Zeke rejected me. She was always protective of me. “Zeke, what happened to you…” “I finally saw you for the filth that you are.” I fell to the ground. The snapping became unbearable. With the last ounce of my strength, I raised my head. “I, Vivian Locke, of the Greywood Wolf Pack, accept your rejection.” Our wolves howled in unison once more, and a blinding light flashed before my eyes. A pulsing pain shot through my head before everything went black. ***** It’d been two days since my 18th birthday. And one day since I woke up in the hosp
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