You stare at Wriothesley, disbelief etched across your face. His words had stung you, cutting through the fragile bond you thought you were building with the hybrid. The weight of his rejection hangs heavy in the air, suffocating any hope you had nurtured.

"I'm not your pet, I've never liked you, I don't care about you, I won't wait for you," he growls, his voice laced with a bitterness that sends shivers down your spine. The warmth you once glimpsed in his eyes has been replaced by a coldness that chills you to the core.

His words echo in your mind, each syllable a painful reminder of your failed attempts to break through his walls. You had thought you were making progress, slowly putting away at the barriers he had put around his heart. But now, it feels like all your efforts have been in vain.

"I bite," he warns, his teeth bared in a snarl that sends a shiver down your spine. You can see the wildness in his eyes, the untamed spirit that refuses to be tamed by anyone, least of all, you.