~Sylion's POV~
Her push was soft, yet it struck like thunder. My lips barely left her skin, but the hollowness that followed cut deep.
My wolf snapped inside me, pacing, claws scraping the edges of my mind.
'She stopped us?' he snarled, voice dripping with rage. 'She denies the bond... Weak Alpha!'
I pulled in a breath that burned down my throat. Elowen's eyes avoided mine, lashes trembling like fragile wings.
"Why, Elowen." My voice was low, uneven.
Her lips parted, but the words faltered. She stood, hugging her arms around herself, a wall rising between us.
The scent of her stayed on my tongue, sweet, maddening, like fruit I wasn't allowed to bite.
'Mark her now!' my wolf pressed, growling like thunder. 'End this torment!'
I dug my nails into my palms until the sting grounded me. I refused to answer him, not when she looked as if a storm was pulling her apart.
"Elowen," I tried again, softer. "What are you running from? Me… or yourself?"
