Incomplete.That single word was all it took to stop three hundred wolves from breathing at once, and I felt it before I even understood what he'd said, the whole clearing going still around me like the moon itself had flinched.Kieran's hand was still wrapped around mine when his mouth finished shaping the sound, the same hand that had walked me into the marking circle ten minutes earlier like I was something worth being careful with, and now that same grip felt less like a promise and more like a manacle closing slowly around my wrist."Say that again," I whispered, because some small, desperate part of me had convinced itself that I must have misheard him over the wind moving through the trees.His jaw tightened instead of softening, and his eyes, the same eyes I had been quietly dreaming about since I was fourteen years old, refused to hold mine even for a moment."I, Kieran Candle Funeral, reject you, Aurora Devine Wood, as my mate," he said, and the words landed like a blade slid
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