Chapter 2

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 Samantha’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 hospital. No one had been to see me. Not even my parents. I had never felt more alone.

Female shifters moved out of their family homes at 18 because they found their mates and wanted to start their families right away. It’s why we made sure to graduate early. Now without a mate, without school, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do.

My entire life, I’d be focused on this moment. It’d be hammered into me since birth. And now I had to make my own way in the pack. Or maybe as a rogue. I shook my head. That was silly. I’d never make it as a rogue. I wasn’t strong enough.

A cough interrupted me from my thoughts. Zeke stood in the doorframe, holding a box. Tears filled my eyes. He came back. He realized he made a mistake and came back.

Rolling his eyes, he flung the box down at the foot of my bed. “I found a bunch of stuff at my house that apparently belongs to you and I thought I’d return it to you. I heard you’re getting out today so I thought I’d bring it by.”

I gasped. “What?”

“What part of that didn’t make sense?”

“I don’t understand what’s happening, Zeke. I thought we were friends.”

“Were friends. Key word. Were.”

“But why? What happened?”

Zeke shrugged. “I don’t really have to go into semantics with you, now do I? Let’s just say reality crept in and I see you for who you really are now. And I’m not interested in keeping such a vile piece of garbage in my presence.”

The tears threatening to fall streaked down my cheeks. The one person I had in my life who had made my life feel worth living was abandoning me. I had no one now. My home was gone.

“The waterworks won’t work on me. I have things to do. We’re done here.”

With that, he turned and left. A nurse came in after him, pretending not to notice the tears streaking my face. “Let’s get you ready. Your friend is here to walk you home.”

“My friend?”

“Oh yes. The nice young gentleman who brought you here.”

I furrowed my brows. I never bothered to ask who had brought me here, just assuming it had been a medic. I hurried and got dressed in clothes that my friend apparently grabbed from my house for me, trying to piece together who could possibly be picking me up when I hadn’t had a single visitor the whole time I’d be here.

When I finally made my way to lobby, escorted by the same nurse, I froze when I saw Chris Salvant. “Chris?”

He turned, looking me up and down. “Good. You would have looked a little silly walking home in your birthday dress. Come on. Let’s get going. I got training in an hour.”

I looked at the nurse, who patted my arm and nudged me towards him. What was going on? My best friend thought I was filth and my bully was walking me home from the hospital. Something wasn’t adding up.

The walk home was silent. I initially tried to ask Chris questions, but he grunted. He gave me nothing. I asked him why he was the one to bring me to the hospital, grunt. I asked him why he was there now, grunt. I asked him where my parents were, grunt. So, the rest of the walk was spent in silence.

When we finally reached my home, I paused, wondering if I should invite him for a snack or beverage. I’m sure my parents weren’t home; if they were, they wouldn’t care. They never cared about anything I did, not even if it was healing in a hospital from a mate bond rejection.

Chris decided for me. “I have training. You should start trying to make yourself useful now and come to training when you’re feeling better.”

I glared. “I was thinking about working outside. I’m not sure I’m much of a fighter.”

“Do both. You’re weak. It’s probably why Zeke rejected you.”

I gasped, the sting of his words hitting me full force. I wanted to slap him, but he’d overpower me instantly, and I knew better. “Why are you so cruel to me?”

“To get you to fight. You let everyone walk all over you. You always have. Especially Zeke. It’s time you started standing up for yourself, Vivid.”

“Vivid?”

“Your aura is so vivid but you let it become so dull around Zeke. I have to go. Training. Tomorrow. 5am. I’ll be here to get you at 4:30.”

With that, he took off running. I stared at him. This was the most we had spoken without hurling insults at each other since…ever. And I’m not even sure if what he said was an insult or not. Vivid? Aura? Zeke walking all over me?

I turned and walked towards my house, latching the gate behind me. When I entered, I could hear the tv in my parents’ room. “I’m home!”

“Dinner is in the microwave, honey. Hope you’re feeling better.” My mom called out.

So they did know I was in the hospital. Spot on for their level of care. I opened the microwave to seeing a slab of unidentifiable meat, probably meatloaf, gooey mashed potatoes, and some corn. Looks like it was a tv dinner kind of night tonight. I’d go grocery shopping tomorrow.

I made my way back to my room where I placed my Zeke box on my desk and started rummaging through it, picking out each memory and trying to recall the words Chris had said to me. Especially Zeke.

The first item that I removed was a stuffed goldfish I had won Zeke at a carnival that had come through town. I had spent near $50 to win it for Zeke. He had the memory of a goldfish so it had been important I had specifically won that goldfish. When I had finally won it and shown him my prize, he’d be disappointed I hadn’t gotten the spotted goldfish. When I went to exchange it, the carny was an ass and refused. Zeke acted like it didn’t bother him though. It was fine. He just liked the spotted one.

The next item I pulled out was a friendship bracelet I had braided for Zeke. That he never wore. The next item was a shirt I bought Zeke. That he never wore. A hat, he never wore. A cologne, he never wore.

As I withdrew each item, I started to note every unused item, every memory of Zeke being annoyed at me. Small memories of annoyance. Did I just not know Zeke? Did I annoy him? Did I never get him anything he liked?

Chris was getting in my head. I was questioning 14 years of friendship now. The mate rejection was messing with my head already and now Chris. Something was going on and I was going to get to the bottom of it.