Bailey's Pov: The freezing rain turned into a downpour, mixing with the blood trickling into my eyes. Every step away from the pack house felt like my heart was being physically shredded. The rejection mark on my soul burned, a raw, pulsing agony that made me want to curl up in the dirt and never get back up. I could still hear Hudson’s voice ringing in my ears. I reject you. "Please, Moon Goddess," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Just let me die out here. Don't make me feel this." I stumbled over a thick root and went down hard. My knees hit the jagged rocks, but I didn't even cry out. Compared to the bond snapping, the physical pain was nothing. I crawled toward the shelter of a massive rock overhang, my lungs gasping for air that felt like needles. The scent hit me then. It wasn't pine or cedar like the triplets. It was something darker. Something ancient. It smelled like a thunderstorm and expensive tobacco. I looked up and saw a small, stone cabin tucked into t
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