Moon Bound

Chapter 26- Scents of Rejection

I couldn't feel my legs.

I glanced down —oh they were still there alright, but I couldn't feel them. I couldn't feel anything but the awful pain threatening to split my head in two and the panic that wrapped around my chest cutting off my air supply.

It was like some weird out of body experience.

The surly looking guardian was staring at me expectantly, but I didn't think I could stand. So I just sat there and stared blankly at him, wanting to scream for the agonizing buzzing in my head to stop.

I pitched forward as I felt a gag, and then another, my stomach was officially revolting. His face twisted into revulsion and he backed up a step like he was worried about his boots. I wanted to curse at him for being worried about something as trivial as a pair of freaking boots when he was escorting me to have my heart ripped from my chest.

Vaguely, I was aware of Aster's hand becoming warm against my back, easing my lurching guts and thankfully preventing me from vomiting all over the floor —or his damn boots.

"Help her up." He barked at my friends.

Silently they each took an arm gently lifting me off of the stool.

Blanca's breath blew across my neck and her voice was suddenly in my ear, somehow her words made their way through the deafening buzz, "No matter what...we've got you. Do you hear me Willa? We're right here."

I was quaking, my entire body vibrating in fear. Blanca and Aster were supporting most of my weight; it was all I could do to put one foot in front of the other as we followed behind Grigore.

Please goddess, don't let him reject me. I silently begged. I'll do anything. Anything!

The mate bond was pulsating in time to my rapid heartbeats and with each hammering thud it lanced me with a fiery pain.

I couldn't think.

I couldn't breathe.

I was trying to breathe, trying to suck the air in, but my lungs wouldn't accept it.

The walk to the council room wasn't far, but as the large doors came into sight, the edges of my vision blackened narrowing down to a tunnel and threatening to black out my vision entirely. The panic bubbled all the way up to my throat and a gurgling escaped me. My wolf wanted to tuck tail and run, run into the forest and right off a rocky cliff.

I would die.

I would die if he rejected me. You can't live with your heart carved out.

Fear over took the panic at such a disturbing thought.

How had that happened? Was it the mate bond that made me feel that way? Surely not. I had asked him to reject me not so long ago, I hadn't felt that way then. My mind was racing. My thoughts...they were confused. I wasn't making sense...

I turned on wobbly legs intending to run.

"Oh no you don't." Grigore almost knocked Aster to the ground as he reached around her and grabbed ahold of my arm. A look of sympathy briefly transforming his testy features, when he noticed the trembling that wracked my body.

He sighed. "I'm sorry about this Dr. Grey —all of this," he growled deeply, then muttered in Romanian.

I didn't need to speak Romanian to gather they were curses.

His angry disapproving glower returned as he half carried, half dragged me the rest of the way towards the council room, leaving Blanca and Aster hurrying to keep up.