Not yours to reject
Gemma Writes he treated me like i was nothingon my own pretending he's beside mei feel like a fool waiting for youhe manages me sadistically
"You can walk into these woods and join Bennett's pack today if you want. That's your choice. But the bond doesn't care about your choice. It'll still be sitting in your chest tomorrow, and the day after that, whether you're standing in his territory or mine."
I want to argue. I open my mouth to argue. Nothing comes out, because some traitorous part of me already knows he's right. I felt it last night, that pull hard enough to steal my breath, warm and humming and utterly undeniable, and I've been telling myself since sunrise that I imagined it, that grief and humiliation can make a person feel all kinds of things that aren't real.
But looking at him now, standing three feet away with his ja