Lost Creek Hollow baby please come home.

LOL poor drunk-on-hormones Luke *pats him* I'll close this up :D

He left.

Harlyn watched him go with widening eyes. She was crestfallen; her heart sinking deep in her chest as the truth of what his abandonment meant. He wanted someone else more than her. Luke valued something else more than her. If it was his freedom, his lover, or some other future he wanted keep open as a possibility, Harlyn didn't know. All she knew in that moment was that he had not chosen her.

As much as it hurt and as much as it confused her that it hurt at all, the druid was not one to wallow in her sorrows. She took a breath and steeled herself against the wall of pain that tried to close in around her and turned away herself. Luke didn't want her. Alright, that was fine. The gods had chosen another wolf to be her mate, as Harlyn had known all along. It was meant to be Mordecai, and it was time to leave this madness behind and get back to her destiny.