His mate was already rejecting him. His ears fell down in sadness and a whimper almost escaped his throat.<span style="font-style: italic">His</span>mate was<span style="font-style: italic">rejecting</span>him.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #00FF00">I knew it would happen. I <span style="font-weight: bold">did.</span> But I didn't expect it like this, I didn't expect him to be <span style="font-weight: bold">him.</span></span></span><br/><br/>Then his mate growled and Vladimir tensed, growls always meant pain to Vladimir. But his mate did nothing but shift, and Vladimir could have drooled. That action was stopped before the thought started with his mate's frowning and mad looks and behavior, the flexing and the glaring.<span style="color: #0000BF">"Come on then. I need to get back to the pack and i obviously cant just leave you here,"</span>his mate growled unhappily.<br/><br/>Then the first thought he had came back. His mate was rejecting him. His mate would always reject him. Always. Vladimir's ears flickered, but remained plastered to his head. He swallowed thickly before answering,<span style="color: #00FF00">"Alright."</span>Vladimir spun on his heel and ignored his wolf howling in agony as he walked into his mate's pack's territory. That not even the smell of blood and rage could dispel to make him forget in the smallest of fractions.<br/><br/>Because now his feet felt like lead, where earlier today he felt light as a feather despite the coming of heat. For his mate had rejected him. And just by seeing his mate and knowing he exists and knowing he<span style="font-style: italic">truly</span>rejected him, he felt like a shadow of himself. His dreams and thoughts had came true, his mate didn't want him and<span style="font-style: italic">never would</span>.