Chapter 7

Elara Thorne POV:

I don't know how long I lay on the cold bathroom floor, drifting in and out of a black, painless void. Zane's voice was a distant, steady hum in my mind, the only thing tethering me to the world.

A sharp, rapping sound pulled me back to a state of semi-awareness. It wasn't coming from my bedroom door. It was coming from the glass doors of the balcony.

I crawled out of the bathroom, my limbs heavy and unresponsive. Through the rain-streaked glass, I saw a tall, powerful silhouette.

Zane. He must have scaled the side of the pack house.

The moment his whiskey-colored eyes landed on me, they widened in shock, then narrowed in a blaze of fury.

He didn't wait for me to open the door. He forced the lock with a sharp crack and stormed inside. In two long strides, he was by my side, scooping me up from the floor as if I weighed nothing. He carried me to the bed and wrapped me tightly in a thick quilt.

His touch was gentle, but his voice shook with rage. "By the Goddess, Elara! What have they done to you?"

His gaze flickered to the bathroom, and he saw the dark stains in the toilet. His face went pale, then hardened into a mask of grim understanding.

"Zane, you shouldn't be here," I whispered, my voice hoarse.

He took my hand, his warmth a stark contrast to my icy skin. I felt a trickle of his strength flow into me, easing the worst of the pain. "Your scent is almost gone," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Your wolf... I can't feel her. Tell me what happened."

His Alpha authority was a palpable force in the room, but unlike Ryker's, it wasn't crushing. It was protective.

I looked into his worried face, the first genuine concern I had seen in months, and my carefully constructed walls began to crumble. Still, the shame was too great. "I'm... I'm just sick."

A humorless, angry sound escaped his lips. "Sick? Don't lie to me, Elara. This isn't sickness. This is a soul withering. I've only ever read about it in the old scrolls. It happens when a wolf's Mating Bond is... rejected."

I flinched, my body going rigid. He knew.

The look on his face was one of dawning horror and profound pain. "So it's true. Ryker Blackwood... he rejected you?"

I closed my eyes. My silence was all the confirmation he needed.

Zane's hands clenched into tight fists at his sides, the knuckles white. A wave of raw Alpha power rolled off him, making the air in the room crackle. "He's going to pay for this. I will kill him."

"No!" I grabbed his arm, my grip surprisingly strong. "Zane, you can't! This is an internal pack matter. Your interference could start a war!"

He looked down at me, his eyes blazing with a fierce, protective light. "War? You're dying, Elara, and you're worried about a war? Your life is more important than any treaty!"

His words struck me with the force of a physical blow. All my life, I had been taught that the pack came first. Always.

Zane took a deep, calming breath, visibly reining in his fury. He knew brute force wasn't the answer.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his expression deadly serious. "Elara, listen to me. Since he broke the bond from his end, you can't just let it fester. It will kill you."

He met my eyes, his gaze unwavering. "You have to complete the ritual. You have to reject him, too."

I stared at him, uncomprehending. "What?"

"A one-sided rejection is a slow poison," he explained, his voice urgent. "But if both mates perform the Rejection Ritual, the bond is severed completely. Cleanly. It will be the worst pain you've ever felt-like having your soul torn in two-but you will live."

It was an option I had never even considered. I thought my only choice was to fade away.

"I know it's a terrible thing to contemplate," he pressed, seeing the flicker of hope in my eyes. "But it's your only way out. You have to cut him out of your soul, Elara. Only then can you begin to heal."

My heart started to pound, a frantic, hopeful rhythm against my ribs. To live? Was it possible I could actually live?

I thought of Ryker's coldness, Seraphina's smug smile, and the endless humiliation I had endured.

A tiny, fragile seed of defiance began to sprout in the barren wasteland of my heart.

I looked at Zane, my voice trembling with an emotion I hadn't felt in months.

"How... How do I do it?"