#Chapter 65: Cold-Shoulder

Renee’s POV Eric snaps the jewelry box shut. A lump forms in my throat and I can’t even explain why. Eric quickly rises from his knees as though he never meant to propose. “All right then, Renne” Eric says indifferently. His words sting. “Eric, don’t” I tell him, but it’s too late. I can already see the effect of my rejection impact his view of me, of us. “I have to go,” Eric says abruptly. “Go where?” I ask him, but the door is already slamming shut. I suddenly feel cold. Looking back at the mirror, I see I’m coming out of my wolf. I no longer want to look at myself in the mirror. I snatch my clothes up from off the floor and hastily throw them into the hamper as I go to the bathroom. I crank on the water and watch as droplets splash onto the stone flooring. That’s not fair of Eric. I tell myself. Of course, I told him no. He wasn’t even thinking straight. We had literally just had sex, he’s probably just running off of that high. Once he cools down from the heat