Chapter 65. Survival of the Fittest

Hycinth

Even as I chatted with Gwen, my attention was never far from Leander. He and Ever stood off to the side, silently watching the activity around us.

However, about ten minutes later, he walked away, without even a word to me.

My heart twisted.

I'd rejected him again. I shouldn't expect anything than his rebuff, but still, it hurt. I wrapped my arms around my middle, trying to hold myself together. Abruptly, Gwen squeezed my knee. I looked up to find her brown eyes soft, silently trying to give me strength, but there was pain in her expression as well.

For the first time, I wondered if it wouldn't just be Leander I hurt when I left. Gwen and I had become close over the short time I've been there. I'd forgotten how wonderful it was to have shewolves as close friends. Even though I knew it was the right path for me to take, I didn't relish becoming a lone Wolf again. No one to understand me and no pack to call family.

My Wolf howled mournfully