The Aftermath of the Rejection — Silverblade Packhouse
The door clicked shut behind Darius and Elaine, and the silence that followed was deafening.
Michael stood frozen for a heartbeat, his chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. The walls of his office — once symbols of power and order — now felt like a cage closing in on him. His knees gave out before he realized it, and he sank into his chair, every ounce of strength drained from his body.
The rejection was supposed to be just a ritual — words uttered to sever a bond that, in the eyes of the pack and the Moon Goddess, no longer existed. Lucius had assured him there would be no pain. No pain, he had said. Just a clean break.
But Lucius was wrong.
Michael’s hands trembled as he pressed them against his chest. The pain wa
