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ARIANA'S POV.
Michael stood at the front door for a long while, while I stayed with my back to it, my expression downcast. It felt like that little part that had insisted on not letting go of the pure love I had bloomed for him was disappointed.
So disappointed that I wanted to cry. I wanted to sink to the ground, and bawl my eyes out because it was so…
Was that the best he could do? When he could have chased after me that night. When he could have searched frantically for me to take me back.
Maybe I wouldn't have ached as much as I had done. My eyes watered when I thought of how hard it had been to deal with the rejection.
The look in his eyes when he had rejected me… the gasp from the people when they heard that a wolf and a human could be mates matched by their moon goddess.
It had been a nightmare, yet for so many nights, I had waited for him.
