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Constantine regarded her words with silence, responding only with a twitch of a dark lobe. She was certain that he might turn back and reach for her, at the very least look at her, but he did not. The swarthy Alpha pressed on, and Durnehviir crumbled in defeat.

Then go, the devil on her shoulder willed her to call out, and don't bother coming back!

Instead, with her body trembling, the dragoness sank to the ground and watched through a haze of tears as her mate vanished among the foliage. Only when he was out of sight did she allow her grief to spill forth in the sobs that racked her frame.

She didn't know how long she lay there, but when her frustration dissipated to leave only the rawness of her sorrow, Durnehviir gathered herself to pursue Constantine's trail. At the borders she paused, testing the air and confirming that he had not gone alone.

The flame of her fury reignited, the russet Frostfur stalked toward the Emberwood to think over what felt like yet another betrayal.