[Amor’s POV] She got up from me and ran to the lake. I bit my inner cheek and got up. Placing my elbow on my knees, I looked at her sob, squatting near the lake. Why did she always ran to lakes to cry? Was that a coincidence, or did she find peace near lakes? “When she says not to touch her, it means I can’t touch her. No, it means she is scared, and I need to give her some space.” I repeated her words to myself, rubbing my palm over my face. “No means no.” I got up and hung my backpack on my back and picked up hers. Walking to her, I placed her bag beside her and held the reins of the horse. She wiped off her tears. Ever since I met her, she had been crying. There hasn’t been a day when I had not seen her cry. How could a healthy werewolf cry so much? Maybe because she had the biggest reason for her tears standing right beside her all the time. I thought. Clearing my throat, I said, “we should leave now.” She picked her bag, got up, and placed it on the luggage hook. With th

[Amor’s POV] Food was served and thank god she ate decently, like a lady. But even during eating, she used to lift her head, holding a spoon in her mouth, and look around. There were all kinds of people. Some were using a spoon, fork, and knife to eat their food, and some used their hands. That was their culture. Zeve put the spoon aside and started eating with her hands, too. That was a completely different side of hers I was witnessing. She was observing, learning, and accepting their culture as her own quickly. More like embracing a whole new culture in her warm and gentle embrace, like a bird hugging her babies in her wings. It was a quality of an excellent luna. If she accepted Arginieth with such love, undoubtedly, she could turn out to be a nurturer. If Arginieth could get her warmth as a luna… I held my chest because something inside was making my heart flutter. As if my kid, my public, my people who became orphans after my father’s death would finally find the love and w

[Zeve’s POV] I took in a deep breath, shutting my eyes, and fell to the ground. Memories from my past came crashing on me. All overwhelming me at the same time. I cupped my palms around my mouth, but breaths wouldn’t go in. Blood rushed through my veins as if they would rush out, tearing them apart. I clenched my chest. It’s suffocating… “Zeve!” Amor rushed to me. He knelt in front of me as he held my shoulders. “Zeve! What’s wrong?” “I can’t…” I gasped, tears slithering away from my eyes without control. “... breathe.” “What?” He looked around frantically. “I am hugging you, ok?” I nodded once. He hugged me. “Calm down… it’s ok. I am here.” He caressed my hair, stroking my back. “You are breathing completely fine. It’s just a panic attack. Take a deep breath, hmm? Come on, do it with me.” We parted and looking into my eyes; he took a deep breath and so did I with him. “Keep it in. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Now release your breath through your mouth…” he said, and I exhal

[Amor’s POV] I hid behind a tree and observed her for some time. I would catch her right when she would try to escape. Maybe all that wishing on the flower was a facade to hide her true intentions from me. “It must hurt, right?” I heard her talk to Vaayu. “I shouldn’t have wasted time on him. He says he can’t understand me, huh? I can’t understand him. Who enjoys pain? No one in their sane mind will.” She was cleaning Vaayu’s wounds on his back, neck, legs, and knees. Vaayu neighed, moving his tail as if he was agreeing to everything she said. She squatted near the river and cleaned the cloth she used to clear Vaayu’s wounds in the running water. “I will apply the medicine to your wounds. It might burn a little, but this medicine is magical. May is a really amazing doctor. You should meet her. She speaks less, but speaks wisdom. Like Lucella, she is the ideal lady, fearless, intelligent, caring, cold, but warm at the same time. When I speak of caring and affectionate, lady Ella c

[Amor’s POV] She forced a smile on her face. “I will never love again. Love can only get a true meaning from one’s mate. My mate is gone and on that rose I wished for his peaceful end and afterlife. I won’t love again. And… you think a girl’s only goal is to sleep with a man? That is the value and meaning of a woman in your eyes. But don’t you think we can have goals, too?” “Goals? What other goals can you have other than having kids, raising them, cooking for your family, keeping your husband and family happy? That is what women have been doing, and that is what they will do. What other goal can you possibly have?” I completely disagree with every statement I made, but I knew it would enrage her and that was exactly why I said those words. My plans for women and my definition of women were unfathomable, but I wanted to know what women meant in her eyes. The disgust in her eyes was clear, yet she couldn’t speak a word. “Come on, tell me what your goal is, except the ones I said.